Well as some of you may know, Steve and I are in the process of moving to Ft. Bragg, North Carolina. This move is mixed in reception for me. For one I have been at Ft. Campbell for almost 4 years which in Army time, is a long time. On the other hand... I am not one of those people who likes change too much. I know I know I didn't exactly chose the right profession what with moves duty station assignments on average lasting 2 years. Plus, I really really liked my job in the ER. I learned so much and wanted to learn more. I was supposed to go to paramedic school in April. Oh well... At my new duty station I'll be at a regular unit back with soldiers... Which I miss. Having to work at the hospital with civilians (do not take that in a bad way... around the Army Soldiers get treated differently when we work with civilians... some feel second rate) just drains ya..
So here we are packing... it's nice though. The Army pays for a moving company to come pack up our house and transport it down for us. So we're just packing the stuff we'll hand carry. Our packing is often impeded however by my little black and white menace:
Every box once it's opened soon finds itself the temporary home of this little bugger. Any open and unsuspecting dryer door or cabinet must also be explored. This is a fun and confusing time for little Oreo. I can only look forward to the 8 hour drive. At least he'll be with Steve. By for now and wish me luck!
2 comments:
Geez, almost 4 years? Why does it seem like maybe two years ago you joined? Time is going way too fast!
I like the cat in the box :)
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