Sweet Home Alabama

I'm just now catching my breath from graduating and the big move. I don't know that I've ever been happier for something to end. I am so thankful for my mom, dad, and sister. They flew into Austin and helped me pack up my whole house, clean, load everything onto a moving truck, drove 900 miles to our new home, and then unloaded the moving truck. And all with very little sleep. I've been here for about a week and a half and my lovely mother-in-law will be arriving this evening to help me get the house in order. I love my family.

So, I now reside at Fort Rucker, Alabama. I was a bit unsure about living on a military installation. My main concern laid in the idea that our whole life would just be ARMY ARMY ARMY. I liked not having our life revolve around the military (Who am I kidding? It still did...) But I guess it's just the fact that we got somewhat of a break from it, at least physically and aesthetically. We decided to live on post here for a few reasons. 1. It would make Ben's experience in flight school easier. 2. We would save money. 3. It made the overall transition of moving easier.

And the verdict... I LOVE IT HERE. The air is cool, the grass is green, and there are TREES. Trees I tell you!! It just feels closer to home (probably because it is). And, to my surprise, it doesn't really feel like you're on a military installation. It just feels like... A community. With lots of trees. It reminds me of the fifties (because I lived then). All of the kids ride their bicycles to school or walk together holding hands. There is a definite level of trust here that doesn't exist elsewhere. It's really refreshing. 

I'll share some photos soon!

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