Peace Out Fort Huachuca

It’s no secret that leaving Fort Campbell back in March was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, and one piece of advice I received numerous times was to consider myself lucky that saying goodbye was so hard – the pain of leaving it all behind meant that we really enjoyed doing life there.

Now that we’re leaving Fort Huachuca, I’m finding even more truth in that small piece of advice. I’m excited that we’re getting out of here today, but my anxiousness to leave this place behind makes me a little bit sad. Though we’ve fallen in love with this beautiful state, thoroughly enjoyed the simplicity of this small town, and have met some really great friends and neighbors (even Teddy made a best friend!), I’ve never let myself feel totally settled (my own fault). I’ve missed the feeling of being “home”.

When I think back to our time here at our “summer home” (as I affectionately call it since we were only here for 5.5 months), I’ll hopefully remember the sunset mountain view from our second-story bedroom as I folded laundry every night. It was so beautiful.

I’ll hopefully remember how much family time Jamie’s easy-going class schedule allowed us.

I’ll remember my morning jogs with Hadley and the awe I felt nearly every single time I stepped foot out the door. I was as mesmerized on my last run as I was on my first.

Above: March 18th / Below: August 23rd

I’ll remember that this was the house where our baby learned to get up on her elbows, let out her first belly laugh, sit up by herself, crawl around like crazy, climb the stairs, and nearly start walking.

Though Kansas was no where on our radar as far as our next post was concerned, we are bouncing off the walls with excitement to get there. The intense extrovert in me is so eager to plug into a new church, quickly find a playgroup for Hadley (with hopefully a gaggle of fun mamas for me!), and make our new house our home. My sister is only going to live roughly four miles from us, and I can’t wait to soak up a few months together before they move. Finally, though no Army wife is crazy about “girlfriend dating”, I am anxious to put myself out there in high hopes of finding those effortless friendships again.

To our friends here in Sierra Vista – Thank you for making this place so much more sweet.

Onward, DeSpain family! Here’s to our mid-western adventure.