My reflections while on the train back to the military base in Germany I call home.
I remember the very first night in my apartment. Exactly one year ago, a small but bustling city, a fourth floor apartment with no elevator. It was a tiny place just for me, with almost nothing in it but an air mattress and an ugly brown bean bag chair. I remember sitting on the bean…
J and I sat in our small car while driving back to base, over hills and valleys, an expanse of fielded German landscape surrounding us when he said something that stood out to me. We had just driven to a nearby town to buy a crockpot and coffee maker from another military family who was…
As a fourth grade teacher last year, we read the book Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech in my classroom. If you’re in my age bracket, I can guarantee that you’ve read it as a ten-year-old. As I read the book aloud to a new generation of ten-year-olds, they grasped onto one of the main…
With this in mind, I realize that the majority of the population doesn’t know what it’s like to live on a military base, especially as an “SP” (spouse). Learning the lingo is an entirely different thing altogether, which I don’t think I will ever fully grasp. There are abbreviations for everything. Seriously, everything. CAC, SOFA,…
