2 Weeks

That's it. We've got two weeks and we'll be on the road heading out into the sunset. CJ is already on the lookout for cowboys. At the Atlanta airport, as we were crossing terminals, she spotted a man wearing a cowboy hat, and in typical 3yr old fashion, exclaimed "COWBOY! YEEEHAW!"
I of course have made a plan in my head of how I think things should work out. Realizing that this is the military and events will not unfold logically or how I hope they will, I still am clinging to my positive spin to the situation. Why? I think this is Eric's favorite question along with CJ's. I need to find the positive so that I can move forward. I am ready to move on from Florida. It has been a good 14 months, we have caught up on our Vitamin D that we missed out on in North Dakota. When we moved here, we knew it was temporary and for a year most likely at most. However, Texas was not suppose to be the next stepping stone.
So as I sort through closets, toys, and the stuff of life, the next two weeks will be challenging. I find moving an adventure, but a chore --one I like to put off and off. The movers will be here in 10 days, or less, hopefully we can get that arranged tomorrow. One of my challenges: this is the first move Eric is around to help with. I do feel blessed and that it is about time he helped us move, since this is his dream, but with his help, comes the stress of working together...we each have our own style and often don't mesh well --also, he hasn't mastered the skill of reading my mind, even though I've given him nearly 13yrs to work on it.
It will be interesting to see what is in store for us. This move will be a short stop, maybe 7 months, but if MY plan works out...we'll then be off to a real 4 year tour! If not, we'll get one more 5-6 month move before "settling down". The count down has begun.