image: originally posted in why parenting is easier than you think
What is it to know a place?
Is it in the people you meet, the restaurants you dine, the parks you visit, the streets you drive, the paths you take that become your own?
Today is my last day in San Antonio.
This evening my babies & I will hop on a plane & leave this place.*
We have been here for 2 1/2 years.
I’ve become a military wife & have had my induction into the military life.
I have made dear friends & kindred spirits who have shown me that people are kind & good. And though our departure from San Antonio won’t be anything like our previous farewell, our friends & memories are none the less keen.
I’ve realized that living in my thirties isn’t half bad.
I’ve found out how to find my natural weight without losing my mind, & come to terms with my curves.
I sit in my kitchen cluttered with moving boxes, waiting for our last round of movers to arrive.
I try to remember the names, the faces, the places, the feelings, the events, the moments of this place.
It’s not in one grand moment or climax, but is made in the minutes. It’s felt in instances. In the whir of everyday rountine, it’s hard to remember this.
*The kids & I are stopping in Washington state for a few months, before we head to Okinawa, so we can get in some much needed family/friends/nature time. We miss our home state!
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