Having spent my first 25 years (give or take a few address changes here or there) residing in the same square mile of an Atlanta suburb, I find myself trying (and failing, perhaps) to transition into a new life as the wife of a Quartermaster Officer in the US Army. The marriage part isn't really so much of a transition--we were married extremely young in 2005--but the moving cross-country to the Pacific "Northworst" has definitely thrown me for a loop.
I spent 25 years wanting nothing more than to get out of Georgia. I plotted my escape often--I even managed it one summer, when I shipped myself away to the University of St Andrews in Scotland--but was always thwarting my own plans. After graduating from high school, I attend Georgia Tech, where I earned my Bachelor of Science degree in History, Technology, and Society. I took my first "big girl" job at a Georgia university while my husband finished his degree program and ROTC obligation. There, I was the advising center coordinator for an academic department; the position also allowed me to earn my Master of Arts degree in American Studies, which I finished 3 weeks before shipping off to Washington. Since arriving at Duty Station #1, I have started writing part-time--fiction and non-fiction--cleaning rarely, and missing Georgia lots. I'm not sure what it is about the great state of Washington that puts me off--perhaps it was, for the first time since turning 5, no longer being a student; giving up my job to become a stay-at-home-mom to a newborn; or being diagnosed with Hypothyroidism/Hashimoto's Disease two months after the move; maybe it is the fact that I am a huge introvert; or that there is not a Chick-Fil-A within a 6 hour radius--but I am going to try to survive the next few years with a neutral attitude and some humor.
