Therese was asleep in her crib. The little kids were playing quietly beside me. I was perusing Ebay, looking for THE one thing my husband really wants to have. He doesn't want much for himself ever. I wish I could buy it for him, but the budget won't allow. Yet. One day, it will. All was quiet.
At first, I thought the kids were pulling on my chair. I turned to tell them to stop, but they were not touching my chair. Then I heard a low rumbling sound and the slab foundation of our home was shaking. The walls were swaying, pictures were swinging, my pile of freshly folded laundry fell over. I slowly realized that I was experiencing an earthquake! It was over in a few seconds, and I was shaken, emotionally. Tony was at work, Olivia was at school. I could not hold them close. We are fine now and the kids thought it was exciting. Although Jack did bring me a picture of a giant 'x' and told me it meant no more earthquakes in our house.
In other news, if anyone even remembers that I mentioned that there was something big that I wasn't ready to talk about, I am ready now! Let me start by saying that I love the south. I love warm weather, spanish moss growing on trees, the laid back feel of small southern towns. The slow drawl of a good southern accent. I imagine us retiring one day in such a place with a few chickens and a red barn and a large garden.
I'm guessing the army honcho's don't read my blog, or else they would know what kind of shock they have put upon this southern gal's heart. We have a new duty station to report to and it is not below the Mason-Dixon line my friends. It is not even close. We are going to ALASKA!!!! We have about a year to prepare ourselves. I have had about a month to get used to the idea and I am trying to embrace the new adventure before us. This could be fun, right? Tell me how much fun it is going to be, please!