For some time now, my family has been waiting to see where the Army will take us next. As of October of last year, we have been at our current duty station for three years, and we swiftly expected there would be a phone call or email with more information about the next phase of Army life once this threshold was met.
However, we reached the end of October without a peep. And then we went through November and December, still without any word.
I wasn’t complaining, of course, because now that my son was in preschool (snd let me say, a pretty good preschool program), I was dreading the idea of moving or even staying behind while he finished the school year with my husband going to the next place. But then, in January, something unexpected happened.
