I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions because I know myself; I’d either forget what they were (thanks ADHD) or make an excuse not to follow through, then feel guilty for failing. Resolutions are not my thing, but goal-setting is.
The movers finished unloading, boxes are unpacked (mostly), and I’m trying to figure out where the wall decor will fit in this new home’s layout. I’ve met one neighbor and I’m beginning to settle in. But now comes the part of PCSing I find the most difficult.
It’s inevitable that some time in your life, you’re going to receive particularly disappointing news whether it’s a diagnosis, a break-up, lay off, loss of a loved one or something else that takes the wind out of your sails.
PCS season is upon us. For those out there who don’t know what the heck I’m talking about, PCS is another one of the endless military acronyms that stands for Permanent Change of Station, the military term for “you’re moving.” I have no idea why it’s called permanent because it’s not. For us, we usually average 2 years at each duty station. This go-round, we PCSed to Ft. Leavenworth, KS. We lucked out this time as my husband actually got orders months ahead of time, so I actually had some time to plan and managed to avoid another PCS fiasco.
It’s that time again! PCS season is here and thousands of military families will be moving across the country and overseas. No matter how many times you PCS, there is always a hiccup of some sort. I thought I’d share the biggest mishap we experienced while PCSing. This occurred during our last PCS from Ft. Bragg, NC to Michigan, where we reside currently. It sounds daunting at first but I assure you there is a happy ending!