Well, as you may or may not be aware, the Reed family has moved. We relocated from Hawaii to California as part of being a military family. We are now in our new home with all of our belongings around us. It was a fun and eventful trip, as we took some time to visit our family.
One thing I learned on our visit home, is that no matter what anyone says, you can never truly go home again. I love my family and my friends more than anything. But 'home' is relative now. It isn't a place so much as who I'm with. The place I grew up, doesn't feel like home anymore. I love to go and visit and see everyone. It's just...I know that there is a 90% chance, I won't ever live there again. That seems insane to me while at the same time making perfect sense. It seems strange that I will never again live in the place I spent 22 years of my life. That I won't live in the place where my family is, where I grew up is an alien thought. But on the flip side of that is the knowledge that it would never be the same. I've been too far away for too long to ever settle for such a small place. I know where we are talking of possibly settling down. I also know that in the next 15 years, that could change as well. All of this is very emotional for me. I have VERY strong family ties. But knowing that every 2-3 years for the next 15 means moving, and that in the end we will be far from 'home', is exciting to me.
I feel as if I am rambling, because there are so many different and even conflicting thoughts on this subject just rolling through my head. It's a case of not being able to explain it to myself much less anyone else. I'm sure other military wives will know what I mean, even if they don't understand it.
As far as California, it is beautiful here. Again, we are near a beach. I feel as if that is God telling me daily that I am on the right path. I feel a call in the ocean that is also inexplicable. But I do know that I love being near it, and will miss it dearly the day we aren't close by a beach. There's something pure and free about the ocean and I feel that is why I feel such a strong pull to always be near it. I fell in love, and deeply, at the age of 13 and have never lost that love of the ocean.
Our daughter is now just over a year old. She's walking and talking. She loves to 'talk' on the cell phone, and often steals mine to do so. I think she has exema, which we will find out at her appointment at the end of the month. She is extremely smart and always surprising me with what she picks up. She is such a blessing every single day and I wouldn't trade her for anything.
For those of you reading this all the way through, thank you for listening to my rambling yet again.
Good Afternoon and God Bless
