I’m from the south. Where I’m from this means I’ve gotten news I don’t like but I’m going to be a big girl about it.
There is no fun way to announce our big news, since it’s news we don’t think is fun, so I’ll just do it the plain ole boring way and tell you.
Fort Carson is no longer our next duty station…
Fort Hood is.
Before anyone starts to tell me how great Texas is, please don’t. I’ve heard it all before. I just don’t want to go there. I don’t mind if you love Texas… I just don’t want to go there myself. I’m happy you like it. I even have a feeling I’ll come out of there with great experiences, great friends, great memories, and referring back to this day as one of those, “If you only knew how great it was going to be you wouldn’t have had such a pity party on McLeod Street.”
But today I’m being real and I am very disappointed in this news.
In some ways, and I know they’re immature ways, I feel God’s punishing me for saying out loud (on my front balcony one chilly Tuesday over a cup of coffee with Aimee while Carson had piano lessons) that the one place on earth I hoped we’d never get stationed is Texas. I also feel maybe God’s letting Satan test me to see if I’ll be faithful, pleasant, and praise Him under circumstances I am not happy with.
I’m really thankful God can handle my frustration, and (dare I say it?) anger at Him for having something we asked for and love dangled in front of our faces for 12 hours only to have the one place we didn’t want to go thrust upon us. I wish they had just told us Hood yesterday and not even said anything about Carson.
But it is what it is, and I must be a big girl about it.
I will be okay with it. I love adventure and the only, I repeat… THE ONLY negative aspect of us going to Fort Carson was that we had already been there. With Hood… at least there’s adventure.
I am sure I’ll write more about this journey as time progresses. I might let you in on the fact that I teared up (cried) a little and I might one day tell you that I called Texas a less-than-nice name. But not today. Today my heart’s a little tender and we’re out of milk, bread, peanut-butter, jelly, bagels, cereal, chicken, coffee (YEP… COFFEE) and I’d rather go to the commissary than wallow in my grumpiness…
Now… where are my big girl panties…