Moving right along

Well it's almost that time again. In 48 hours I'll be headed to command number three in four months. I went from Georgia to Chicago, Chicago to San Antonio, San Antonio to Gulfport and now it'll be Gulfport to Norfolk, Virginia. For a girl that lived in the same house in the same city for nineteen years, the rapid number of moves in the last five months has been a little bit of a culture shock for me. Don't get me wrong, I love getting to see all the new cities and places that I'm traveling to, but I'm really ready to get to my ultimate duty station and settle in. I'll be in Bahrain for two years so that should give me plenty of time to actually get settled in somewhere. Then again, once I make Petty Officer, my command in Bahrain is gonna make me move out of the barracks into town housing and that'll mean yet another move. But that shouldn't be until next fall.
I hate packing, like with a passion. It's stressful and tedious and it takes forever to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be and that you haven't forgotten anything. Also, being in the military, while I don't have that much stuff (space doesn't really permit), I still have enough stuff that I feel like I have too much. I now have a seabag, a garment bag, two duffel bags and my big back pack. That may not seem like a lot, but when you're moving barracks room to barracks room every month or so, it gets annoying. Especially when you're trying to move everything on your own down 3 flights of stairs. The taxi is probably going to hate me or think I'm crazy.
And then there's the unpacking process which is almost as annoying as the packing. I can't just unpack a little bit because I actually need everything that I have. Nothing that I own is non essential to my normal life so EVERYTHING has to get unpacked, and then repacked. It stressed me out but that is the military life and it's the life that I picked. At least at this next command that I'm going to be at, I'm actually going to have my own room and my own bathroom so I'll be able to spread out and not have to worry about sharing my space with anybody else. And I can regulate when the light gets turned out. That was a big problem with the roommates I had here. They turned the lights out at like 1900 every night. Infuriating.
I'm so ready to move on from here and go somewhere where there's actually things to do. Only one more month and I'll be getting ready to go to the Middle East for two years. I'm so excited!
Love from your favorite short MA,
Victoria