I’ll never forget how excited I felt as my husband (then fiancé) and I awaited our first set of PCS orders. We whittled down 70+ possibilities to a list of 5, knowing damn well Uncle Sam would send us wherever he saw fit. We were on our way to being newly minted adults. We were in love, moments away from graduating, and a heartbeat away from committing ourselves to each other in marriage. We were ready…to get the hell out of Dodge.
Well, call me naive and tattoo ‘newbie’ on my forehead, because our first PCS was the least adventurous part of my orientation to the real “adventure” of being a military spouse. [Read more…]