Not the country. Just the place. But not really the place. Maybe the people?
The thing is, if I went back to Turkey now, and entered the Base, it wouldn't feel anything like it did when I was there. It would be totally different.
That's because the people that were there aren't there anymore (at least most of them.)
Things have changed.
And I've realized, that's the nature of military life. We come and go and move and are expected to slide right into a "normal" life again.
- Rana, my Turkish friend, moved to, of all places, Minnesota -- countries away from her family.
- My friend Stebbs is in Baltimore living in the suburbs. Her husband works long hours at the Pentagon.
- My friend Angelica is in Japan living on Base. Her husband is deployed until April.
- Linda is in Germany living off-Base.
- Sarahbee is in a new town in the Dakotas where there isn't even a Base to speak of.
- Patty is still in Turkey, preparing to relocate to Tampa.
This is my third military move, and I've realized that I don't know if I am made for this life. People are coming and going so fast. Things are changing so fast. I'm only here for about 18 more months! How do you make a life for yourself knowing it's going to all change again soon?
I've met some wonderful people here. But I still feel like so many will leave. So many new ones will come in. And, this Base is closing the Summer of 2014 (or downsizing so significantly it will be totally different.) That's going to change everything as well!
How do you "lifers" do this? How do you keep saying hello and good bye all over again?