As readers of this blog know, we often get in the car at the spur of the moment and wander off into the Hill Country. During our first eight months here in Texas, we visited Boerne, Bandera, Medina, Comfort, Kerrville, Fredericksburg, Gruene, Castroville, Seguin, and Austin. However, we haven’t been doing as many of these mini-road trips lately. The other night I started wondering why.
I realized that things started to change about a month ago. I hosted a playdate at our house. We were invited to a Super Bowl party. I took E. to storytime at the library. I started working-out more often. In other words, we started living here instead of behaving like tourists.
This makes me feel both content and slightly sad. I’m glad that we finally feel like we are residents of San Antonio, have made friends, and have found activities to get involved in. On the other hand, I miss the days when visiting a small town in the Texas countryside seemed like more of an adventure.
But when I really think about it, I have no reason to feel sad. We love where we live, which is something not everyone in the military can say. Unlike many civilian families, we don’t get to choose where we end up. The fact that we like it here so much means we’re pretty fortunate.
Living the military life also means that we probably won’t be here for an extended period of time. Eventually, we’ll move on. There will be new places to see, new friends to meet and, once again, we’ll feel like tourists on a grand adventure.