When I began working toward my bachelor’s degree, I was taking online classes. I soon fell in love with the learning platform, and it became my goal to teach online. The idea of being able to work from home and to teach other students what I loved to learn about seemed like a dream job. I studied hard for many years and even earned my master’s this past June. But even with my degree and experience in hand, I wasn’t able to land the job I’d been dreaming about for four years. After six months of sending out resumes, filling out an endless amount of applications, and only receiving rejection letters, I had to start thinking about Option B. After all, I would have to start paying back those student loans in a few months.
How to Be Thankful the Right Way
Okay, you caught me. There is, of course, no right way to be thankful. There is, however, a way to jump-start the thankful feelings when you aren’t really feeling the joy of the season. Not everyone is into the holidays (for varied reasons), and that’s okay.
Walking the Line
Have you ever heard a song that just sticks for some reason? One you didn’t think much about until someone drew your attention to it. That’s what happened the other day when the song “I Walk the Line” by Johnny Cash was mentioned as containing many parallels to military life. When it was first mentioned, I didn’t think much of it, but then I pulled up the lyrics to read through them. As military spouses, we’re walking the line every day.
The Sisterhood of the Yellow Ribbon
Recently, I turned in my notice to my job as Uncle Sam decided to move us elsewhere. I’m deeply saddened by this. I found a position within my field where I flourished and excelled. A pit of disappointment has stayed with me since the moment I realized I was leaving a position where I felt at home.
I was given the opportunity to expand the knowledge of many child care facilities across Washington, and in doing so, I hoped to have a lasting impression on the education of the children. I enjoyed the adventures in my work days that took me all across the landscape of the state. Most importantly, I met several resilient retired military spouses who shared office space with me.
2 Tips for Homecoming Bliss
It takes me a grand total of 2.6 minutes to start dreaming of my husband’s sweet homecoming after he departs for a deployment, school, or extended time in the field. That isn’t an exaggeration. Less than three minutes after he leaves for a “trip,” I’m already plotting and planning for his return: what I’ll wear, where we’ll go to dinner, our first date night agenda, and the beer selection I’ll have waiting for him at home. I dream of those day dates at pumpkin patches, cooking experiments in our kitchen, and trips to the state park with our pups.
Maybe you can relate to this—I spend so much time dreaming about a picturesque reunion that I forget about reality.
5 Tips for Receiving and Unpacking HHG
Every time I receive news that we’re going to PCS, my mind focuses solely on how we’re going to get to our next duty station, what things I’ll bring, and what household items I’ll watch be packed and shipped away.
I rarely put time into deciding how I’ll tackle the challenge of receiving HHG and going about putting everything away. Watching box after box come through the front door and garage can be overwhelming, especially when standing in a new house that you’re unfamiliar with.
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