You see, I’m an Army brat. Once you know that, you know an awful lot about me. If you didn’t grow up in the military, you can’t know how different this sub-culture is from the “civilian” culture. And we brats don’t need you to know, not most of the time, anyway. We know how to adapt, and that way you don’t have to know what we’re really like.
Yes, we move a lot. Well, anyway, brats of my vintage mostly moved a lot; these days things may be different. I moved less often than most brats, and I came back to the same places a couple of times, so I’m not the typical brat. Here’s what it looks like for me:
1956 | Born in Fort Leavenworth, KS |
1956-1962 | Arlington, VA (kindergarten) |
1962-1963 | Newport, RI (first grade) |
1963-1964 | Babenhausen, Germany (second grade) |
1964-1967 | Frankfurt, Germany (third-fifth grades) |
1967 | Carlisle Barracks, PA (sixth grade) |
1967-1970 | Arlington, VA (sixth-eighth grade) |
1970-1972 | Frankfurt, Germany (two houses, ninth-tenth grades) |
1972-1974 | Arlington, VA (eleventh-twelfth grades) |
1974-1978 | Oberlin, OH (parents moved to Bozman, MD; I went to college) |
1978-1980 | Middletown, CT (two apartments, first real job; early marriage) |
1981-1982 | Oakland, CA (firstborn child) |
1982-1984 | El Sobrante, CA (second child) |
1984-2007 | Vienna, VA (two locations, two more children) |
2007-2015 | Broadway, VA (children grown and gone) |
2015-present | Front Royal, VA |
That’s 20 different houses, apartments, dorm rooms, whatever, not including my parents’ house, which was only a place to stay for a couple of summers. (My experience is less mobile than it could be. Most brats have moved more often than that and didn’t bounce between two places, as I did.) Each place was “home,” but none was a deep-down home, calling to me.
Sometimes I wake up and remember that I dreamed about home again. When I dream of going home, it’s always a dream of trying to buy the house in Arlington. I lived there for 11 years in three stints. In my dreams, somebody has changed the house in some odd way, and I can’t afford to buy it, but I keep trying. And that’s funny, because I don’t want to live there. Still, I was very annoyed when I looked up the house for this blog post and found that the owners had recently added a front porch. What the heck? Don’t they know that that house is perfect just as it is? How dare they? This picture shows what the house should look like; it’s from only a few years ago.
“Home” mostly been northern Virginia.
That’s what I know best. I get a sense of home when I think about Germany ,
too. I spent six happy childhood years there. It’s kind of a bittersweet “home”
feeling, because I grew up living in an American community, and everything
American there that I knew has been given back to the Germans. No hard
feelings, mind you; that was the right thing for the US
to do. I just can’t go to that “home” again. See what it looks like near my old
high school?
We moved to a wonderful old
farmhouse on three acres, and we loved it. But my husband had been sick for
years, and he unexpectedly died after we’d lived in that house for six years. I
started to feel that I didn’t have much purpose rattling around in that house
by myself, especially after our youngest child finally found a permanent job in
DC and moved out. It was an answer to prayer when my younger daughter and her
family asked me to move with them midway between DC and my beloved farmhouse.
I’m winding up that move now. It’s taking much longer than it should; it’s hard
for me to throw away years of memories and leave the last home that my husband
and I had together, where we had intended to live out the rest of our lives.
(Well, at least he got to!)
I live in a cozy four-room
house behind the main house now. It’s really a perfect situation; I get to be
with my daughter’s family most of the time, and I just love those five adorable
kids! (See rosie-ablogformymom.blogspot.com—what’s not to love?) It doesn’t
feel completely like home yet, which is to be expected, of course. After so
many years of making a home with my husband, it’s odd to be back in the
situation of being a dependent again. Plus I still own the farmhouse (anybody
interested in buying a lovely peaceful place in the Shenandoah
Valley ?), so I don’t really have closure on that part of my life
yet.
“Home” is a tough concept for me to get my mind around. I understand it intellectually, and I see how it works for most people. But for me, well, I’ll never quite understand that longing that Dorothy felt when she clicked her heels and murmured, “There’s no place like home.”
This post is part of the “Home to Me” blog hop, hosted by Julie Walsh of These Walls. During the two weeks from Friday, November 13 through Thanksgiving Day, more than a dozen bloggers will share about what the concept of “home” means to them. “Home” can been elusive or steady. It can be found in unexpected places. It is sought and cherished and mourned. It is wrapped up in the people we love. As we turn our minds and hearts toward home at the beginning of this holiday season, please visit the following blogs to explore where/what/who is “Home to Me.”
This post is part of the “Home to Me” blog hop, hosted by Julie Walsh of These Walls. During the two weeks from Friday, November 13 through Thanksgiving Day, more than a dozen bloggers will share about what the concept of “home” means to them. “Home” can been elusive or steady. It can be found in unexpected places. It is sought and cherished and mourned. It is wrapped up in the people we love. As we turn our minds and hearts toward home at the beginning of this holiday season, please visit the following blogs to explore where/what/who is “Home to Me.”
November 13 – Julie @ These Walls
November 14 – Leslie @ Life in Every Limb
November 15 – Ashley @ Narrative Heiress
November 16 – Rita @ Open Window
November 17 – Svenja, guest posting @ These Walls
November 18 – Anna @ The Heart’s Overflow
November 19 – Debbie @ Saints 365
November 20 – Melissa @ Stories My Children Are Tired of Hearing
November 21 – Amanda @ In Earthen Vessels
November 22 – Daja and Kristina @ The Provision Room
November 23 – Emily @ Raising Barnes
November 24 – Annie @ Catholic Wife, Catholic Life
November 25 – Nell @ Whole Parenting Family
November 26 – Geena @ Love the Harringtons