Fifteen months living on a small army base in Vilseck, Germany, coming to a close. Unlike my usual habit of talking (or writing) with no end in sight, I don’t quite have the words today.
So, this Wednesday, instead of posting a series of writing prompts, or a wordy life reflection with a heavy dose of nostalgia, I’m doing something different. Something for me.
These are my memories, which you are welcome to peruse through.
Goodbye to Mom & Dad at the Portland International Airport
First sweet days in Germany – Weiden
Nuremberg, Germany
Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany
Ludwigsburg Pumpkin Festival, Germany
Walhalla in Regensburg, Germany
Bayreuth, Germany
Scotland
Nuremberg Christmas MarketNuremberg, Germany
Holland
Vilseck, Germany
Prague, Czech RepublicNuremberg, Germany
Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany
Munich, Germany
Scotland
Vilseck, Germany
Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany
Villach, Austria
Rovinj, Croatia
Summer in Vilseck
Grafenwoehr, GermanyGerman-American Volksfest
Amsterdam, Holland
Amberg, Germany
Vilseck, Germany
Paris, FranceSulzbach, Germany
Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany
Vilseck, GermanyGrafenwoehr, Germany
Vilseck, Germany
I breathed in life here – in traveling, friendships, new dogs, new babies, our home. Strong bonds were forged. Changing course and moving on isn’t easy, and it’s made harder when such rich memories still live here. Change is coming fast, so let’s savor it.
