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I read once that all roads lead you home again. That's really a woe isn't it, seeing as how that seems to be the last place any of us wants to be. We have all woke with the new bright and shinny purpose to see the world, Find what is over the next horizon and touch the beyond.
I have just tucked my three year old son William in to bed and am waiting for my husband, of 4 years, Jason to come home from the late shift. It was only last year that the Texas state flag flew on my front porch. I could look out and see the long tan grasses blowing in the wind like waves. And I do know all about the ocean waves having spent three years sitting in Virgina Beach watching them. But now I inhabit the Louisanna byou and find my self double checking the back yard for gators and checking the weather forcast to see if my house might be in the flood line. As you have already guessed, Jason is a disel machanic in the Army and we move around alot. But the army has been good to us, giving us lots of oppertunity to travel. In the last 4 years I have played stroller tag in the Smithsonian in Wash. DC, I watched a scubba lesson at Cape Hatteras in the Outer Banks of NC, I went shopping in Mexico, I rode a river cruise in San Antonio Texas, Waved at the people in the Alamodome in Dallas, swam with dolphins along the Va coastline, Walked the paths of revolotionary and civil wars in Virginia, touched the rubble in Oklahoma city and picked up a Lexington Legends game. I touched the Statue of Liberty and cried on the site of the Trade Center. I ate gumbo in New Orleans and caught beads at a Marti Gra parade.I have smelled a real Alabama pine and stood barefoot in real Georgia clay. Jason has also spent 6 months in Kuwait, has been to Rome and stopped in Ireland for a beer at the local pub. Maybe all roads do lead you home again but I figure it's the things you pass along the way that make you who you are....

I am nomadic by nature, I love to move. I hate being tied down and if I had my choice would throw away every thing but my suitcases and travel for a living. Which makes me an ideal army spouse. My son was also cursed with the go bug, most of his baby pictures feature some travel destination, Sleeping on the steps of DC, Sitting on Monuments and my favorite ones strapped into a car seat. Jason (my husband) however is not, He'd live in the same place forever, lock the door and throw away the key. But alas I am in Luck because Jason Is in the army. Which is how I ended up transplanted here.