I can’t wait to move!

My column in the March Issue of Military Spouse Magazine!

My column in the March Issue of Military Spouse Magazine!

Well, first, there’s the heat. The year-round, thick, hot, humid, gnat-infested, sweat producing, Florida heat. The lousy palm trees certainly don’t do much to shade us from the relentless sun around here – I swear, it shines about 300 days a year! I don’t know how the locals can take it.      

And then there’s the sand. Not just any sand, but that fine, sugary Florida sand that you don’t feel until you’re back from the beach and you find out it’s all over your house. It’s a real hassle, I tell ya.

Of course, we can’t forget the local culture, and all its slow cooked “southern charm.” I swear, if another person opens a door for me or calls me “ma’am,” I’m gonna lose it! I’m sick and tired of sweet tea, cornbread, barbecue, fried chicken, coconut shrimp and tropical drinks!

Thank goodness, we got orders out of this place! Good riddance!

Part and parcel of the military experience is The Military Move. Every few years, we are forced to “pull chocks” – say good-bye to what has become familiar and settle in a new place. It’s tough, and sometimes we develop subconscious strategies to help us cope with the stress.

We settle our families into every duty station – be it Kentucky, California, Alaska, Arizona, Italy, Japan, or Florida. Even if it’s difficult at first, we eventually find our groove. The kids make friends, we get jobs, we find a pizza place and join bunco groups. As time passes, we incorporate local foods into our meals, we adopt local customs, we use local lingo such as “Yes Ma’am,” “You betcha,” “Prego,” and “Aloha.”

And just as we begin to embrace our new lifestyle, we get orders to someplace else. It never fails.

However, military spouses won’t allow themselves to wallow in self pity for long. After shedding a few tears – usually over a little wine and copious amounts of chocolate, or vice versa – we pick ourselves up and simply start seeing things differently. Our new orders may dictate that we must move from Paradise to Poughkeepsi, but somehow, we convince ourselves that we need a fresh start.

As for me, our new orders say that we have to move from the secluded southern beaches of Naval Station Mayport, Florida, and settle in the chilly north, at the Naval War College, Rhode Island. In the coming months before we pull chocks, I’m sure I will shamelessly blubber and hug my Mayport friends at a neighborhood fire pit. I will most likely feel no guilt as I gorge myself one last time on southern fried chicken and biscuits. And I’m pretty sure I will get misty when I take one last shell walk on what has become “my beach.”

However, to ease the pain, my subconscious mind will say, “This duty station is the threshold of hell, and the new one will be WAY better. Seriously.”

So, I can’t wait to move to Newport. The quaint little towns. The ocean-splashed cliffs. The lobster. The quirky New Englanders with their funny accents and old-school mentalities. The Technicolor falls and the frosty white winters.

I’m 100 percent certain. There’s not a doubt in my mind. No question about it: our new duty station will be WAY better than this one . . . [gulp, sniff] . . . Seriously.

Try these tips to ease the pain of constant change

Look for my column about traveling with kids in the April issue!

Look for my column about traveling with kids in the April issue!

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10 thoughts on “I can’t wait to move!

  1. podnumber2 March 18, 2013 at 9:24 am Reply

    I’m working on hating VB right now!

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  2. Rheanna March 11, 2013 at 8:56 pm Reply

    that is pretty awesome! great article

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  3. Anonymous March 11, 2013 at 9:03 am Reply

    Have fun in RI. Enjoy the journey.

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  4. energywriter March 10, 2013 at 3:23 pm Reply

    Great story. You really caught the essence of each military move. Last week after your location memories, I wrote my own blog about my time as a milspouse. Unfortunately, it is trapped in my old laptop that died. Computer guy (he’s too nice to call a geek.) says he’s pretty sure he can move those files to this laptop. Yay! So, one of these days, after I edit the piece I’ll post it for a taste of the Vietnam era Army. sd

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  5. Anonymous March 10, 2013 at 1:52 pm Reply

    Move now, before Florida becomes a giant sinkhole!

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  6. Becky March 10, 2013 at 11:09 am Reply

    Can’t wait for you to get to Newport! Love reading your articles…

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  7. studentlondon3 March 10, 2013 at 10:49 am Reply

    Funny, it would be many a Brits dream to move to Florida! Guess it doesn’t quite match the reality?!

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    • Lisa Smith Molinari March 10, 2013 at 3:25 pm Reply

      No, Florida is great, but everywhere we live, we make ourselves hate it so it’s easier to leave!

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