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  We are a military family. Last June I moved to DC.  The previous June I moved to Pennsylvania. This June I’m not moving. It feels weird. I hate moving but it proves as a great distraction. I can purge. I can hope. I can say good riddance. I can use it as an excuse. I can put things off until I get “there”. So I’m here. I’ve got my kids acclimated. I’ve unpacked. I only get lost 50% of the time. Our moving claim was processed…umm yesterday, for real. Now what? It’s been almost 11 months. Maybe “now what?” could have happened earlier. But there were the holidays. And the snow. And all the flu epidemics. And the fleas. There were house guests. And mini trips. And stuff. All the things I said I could put off until I got here and it’s here, and it’s been here. Here is so right now. Here is so much more fun when it is tomorrow. Tomorrow is full of promise and here is full of all the …

Jennifer Farlin

TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY! WHOOP! WHOOP!

Dear Gentle Frost Bitten Snow Covered Reader, I just realized I started this blog two years ago this month. Let’s look back, shall we? My FIRST post.  Eek. Three Simple Decorating Tips to Get You Unstuck Drop Cloth Chic.  Another post coming like this one… Making Art Out of the Everyday, Or…Ode to A Green Purse 5 Minute Spring Decorating Chandelier Love. What Door Do You Use and One Door’s Journey, A Follow-Up The McTray Tartan Love  How To Style A Bookshelf For Normal People Mason Jar Chic Tweaky Tweakerton  Camping Sold! My House in Pictures. 11-11 Hey Pottery Barn… The Addams Family Vs. The Munsters Surrender Spooooky House  Thankful Thursdays Almost Wordless Wednesday Locker Love Paper Source New York I Love You How To Make Temporary Housing Feel Like Home My House. Carlisle. Matchbook Love What’s In…What’s Out. Green! Chairs To You  Downsizing Part 1 Life You Want Weekend  Murder Mystery at My House Color Inspirations  I’m Sorry You Aren’t a Military Family–So Put That In Your Pipe And Smoke It I Am A …

States I Have Known.

Military Moves

We aren’t like most military families.  They move more than we do.  And most have had at least one overseas tour, if not more.  On paper I am jealous of them. But the reality is something different.  Logistical hell.  New schools, houses that need to be sold, niches that need to be found, packing, unpacking, saying good-bye…and that doesn’t even begin to address moving to another country (cars with the steering wheel on the wrong side, pets that need to go into 6 month quarantine, and the new washing machine you just bought that the military won’t ship).  But still, how boring to let all that stop you?  Trying new places, lands, and cultures changes people.  It broadens perspective and teaches new ways to measure quality of life.  On the other hand packing and unpacking and dealing with all the red tape can and may kill you… So on a third hand, I really want to live in France for a year.  I really want to try New England.  I wish I could have lived on the …

Reflections on a Stormtrooper

  Here I am, reflecting. I made it far my friend.  A year ago I was living in Virginia.  And now I’m living in Virginia.  Wow. (For those of you just tuning in I moved from the southeastern edge of Virginia to Central Pennsylvania last August and then Northern Virginia a few weeks ago.) We meet military families who travel the world far and wide. We just travel the Mid-Atlantic. Frommers and Fodors are fighting over me to help write their next guide book on the Mid-Atlantic. I’m booked solid writing this blog. Anywho.  Back to the Stormtrooper. Have you ever really sat down and thought about Stormtroopers?  Anyone who exhibits EXTREME perseverence, fortitude, and tenacity is considered a “Trooper”.  And “Storm” is a violent disturbance in one’s atmosphere.  Put it together and it says one tough mudder. How this relates to me and this post is the following.  This Stormtrooper was the only thing wrapped well from our move except for the throw pillows, post it notes, paper clips, and my socks.  Oh–And. The. …

Move-In Blues

  Move-In Blues. I’ve got the move-in blues. My kitchen trash don’t fit. My table is too big. I can’t find my shoes.  I’ve got the move-in blues. I got lost getting gas.  Our lawn table is cracked. There are too many books. I hate fast food. I can’t find my shoes. I’ve got the move-in blues. Our hose reel is missing, so are 6 pictures, a chair, and 2 boxes. There’s footprints on my table and trying to find anything is hazy. I unpacked a box that said dishes and in it were toys. I can’t find my shoes. I’ve got the move-in blues. I threw out my back.  This whole thing is whacked. Third house in one year. Where should I put this, why is this sticky, what are barbells doing with the booze? I can’t find my shoes. I’ve got the move-in blues.      

Movement

We’ve had a lot of it.  Movement.  Movers came yesterday.  Small moving truck today to take our “DO NOT DESTROY” stuff (if you are following we said adios to the 5×8 trailer and upgraded to a small truck).  A lot of moving going on in the house as we to and fro and clean.  We moved our tooshes as we traversed through Disney last week and 53 other things prior.  Moving officially to DC on Friday to a friend’s house.  Then eventually we’ll move into our “new” house.  And someday our household goods will arrive in 4 to 6 weeks and we can really move in. The checklist is pretty well checked off.  And, well, that moves me. But this is really about what my 6 year old said.  You see tonight we watched Disney’s Hercules–and while my son took a shower I heard him singing some rendition of this from the movie: I have often dreamed Of a far-off place Where a great warm welcome Will be waiting for me. I am on my …

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Downsizing Part 3

  This is the third part of the series Downsizing or why my impending displacement feels like a game of whack a mole. Moving is like a game.  The object is to get your stuff into your next house before your spouse starts their new job (so that you are not unpacking alone), before the kids start school in the fall, and before your household goods get lost, stolen, blown up, rained on, driven over, crushed, broken, cracked and/or mutilated. The rules of the game require packers to come into your house and in a cyclone of frenzied activity pack everything in sight including your car keys, shoes, and garbage.   Need a toilet brush?  Well it’s probably packed with your children’s toothbrushes (which you forgot to extract beforehand), inside the waste paper basket, underneath all of your shoes, in a box labelled “guest bedroom.” This will take 3 days. Then the movers show up. At this point you are so exhausted and drained that you are mere putty in their hands.  The movers proceed …

Downsizing Part 2…Or, Please Pass the Advil…

Here’s the thing.  There are approximately 280 students at the Army War College.  When the school year ends–they all move away.  And then 280 new students replace them.  There are approximately 280 people moving from the Carlisle area all at the same time.  Let’s try this again…this is a small town, there are only so many movers, and just about the entire Army War College student population is moving all within weeks of each other—while, wait for it, 280 students plus families move TO Carlisle.  That’s about 500 students plus families crisscrossing through Carlisle with moving vans. What this also means is everyone is securing new housing while trying to see an end to their current housing. What this really means to me is I have a headache. I cannot go anywhere lately where there is not some sort of discussion about household goods, logistical maneuvers involving u-hauls, moving dates, storage in transit, permanent change of station or PCS, packing, administrative or bureaucratic tasks, moving carriers, weight of household goods, garage sales due to excess …

Downsizing Part 1…Or, Head in Hands.

  I have essentially one month before the packers show up.  And my month of May is packed. The first week of June I have house guests, my husband’s graduation from the U.S. Army War College, my son’s 9 year old birthday party, a trip to Disney World and the day after…the whirling dervishes, aka packers and movers, descend upon my house. I live in a 4000 square foot house. I am moving to a 1400 square foot house plus basement in DC. And I have a lot of things. I am haunted by the questions do I need this, is this useful, does this have value, when was the last time I used it, does it have more than one purpose… I just looked at my 6 year old and asked him if he really needed both stuffed penguins and if they were part of his 5 year plan.  “How much are Waddles and Baby Waddles worth to you today and are you willing to expend valuable personal energy managing them?” I am sick …