Its been a hot minute since my last blog post went live, so giving you a life update seems like a great way to get back into the swing of things as I settle into my life in America.
If you follow me around on social media you might have noticed that I have been pretty busy over the last month. We recently endured the dreaded PCS (Permanent Change of Station) season in the military. The preparation for moving to a new duty station is always a bit stressful but this move was filled with so many set backs and unnecessary drama my emotions about leaving Bahrain went from feeling sad to infuriated and ready to go.
The big move and change of heart
Moving to Bahrain tested me in so many ways. I absolutely hate change and this was thing biggest change I have ever experienced. I was pregnant during our move too Bahrain so that didn’t help at all. My hormones had me so emotional I honestly could not process the move mentally. I was distraught over moving away from everything I had ever known to a foreign country and knew nothing about it at all. I was extremely pessimistic about each new adventure we went on and couldn’t find the good in anything during the first few weeks we were there.
After a while I slowly let go of my fears and allowed myself to find joy in the new culture and emmersed myself in it. I can’t tell you how proud I am of myself for letting of my pessimistic outlook on Bahrain and accepting the change and adapting to a new lifestyle.
I was so heartbroken to leave the country I once refused to get to know and in the end grew to love. We made wonderful memories there as well as friendships.
Too many setbacks
We had everything worked out so that we didn’t have to take the rotator. Plans were in place and we were just days way from flying out only to get news that the flights we had booked would not be covered under orders which left us dependent on the rotator taking us home. That wasn’t the crushing part. It was the fact that the rotator only flies out once at the end of the week. It was Tuesday, the flight was fully booked, and we would have to wait over a week to catch the next flight out. It ended up working for the best. We had a little extra time to get those last minute visits in with friends and stop by a few shops and restaurants we would miss.
Its now Thursday and we were all packed up and headed to the air unit.
Soaked in sweat we got all 13 suitcases, 3 carseats, 3 carry- on bags, 3 kids, and 2 adults checked in. We waited 4.5 hrs in the family area at the air unit for the Bahrain Immigration Officer to show up. He would check our passports and from there we would wait about an hour until boarding began. We never made it past immigration. The officer said, “No!”. Excuse me? No what? I can’t explain the emotions running through me at this point. He was not giving us answers just telling us that Ames could not leave the country even though all of our paperwork was validated and up to date. No one knew the exact reason why we couldn’t take the baby but I knew it had to do something with the fact that he was born there and all the previous drama we went through to get him registered as a U.S. Citizen and his passport squared away. THAT was probably the most devastating moment. We were so close to finally leaving…..it was so surreal and I kept telling Asa that the whole night, it was just too good to be true and IT WAS! Having to load all our stuff back up and face the fact that we would be in Bahrain for yet another week was hard on all of us. There were so many tears.
Light at the end of the tunnel…..maybe?
At this point all of my positive feelings for Bahrain had begun to face each week we got stuck there. I was just ready to go! The passport situation was figured out, apparently everything we had done was correct but someone at the Bahrain Immigration Office never input the updated information into the system. Needless to say we got “Bahrained” SO HARD , a term used by expats when things don’t go right. Our new tickets were booked and we could finally relax…… JUST KIDDING! There was a hurricane heading for the east coast the same day we were to fly into VA. There was a possibility we would not fly out at all or the rotator would potentially get delayed during our route. We left on Thursday/Friday morning.
After a stop in Greece, Italy, and Spain the plane was delayed 8 hours due to weather. Our plans for flying into VA were switched to Baltimore. I was fine with it all as long as I somehow end up at my final destination!! Just take me home.
We made to the states at 4 am eastern time sometime over that weekend. Once our flights were adjusted and rerouted we were set to arrive in Houston on Sunday afternoon. We were so close yet so far away. The idea of being back home still seemed so surreal but it soon became our reality when we landed in HTX! My heart was so happy. There are a lot of thoughts running through my head at this point. It was hard not to be a little overwhelmed by it. We said our “see you laters” to Asa as he will be in training for 4 months and the anxiety had my emotions all over the place and there was no room for excitement……yet.
I will tell you the excitement soon filled my soul once I got home and saw all of my family, plus some good ole Tex-Mex, salsa and chips, and a marg! I have been running around town eating all the food! Chick-fil-a is probably tired of seeing me! I could eat there EVERY SINGLE DAY!
Now that the kids are in school and we finally have a routine in place I have been able to sit-down, relax and get back into blogging full-time and announced my photography biz is back in full swing. I will regret adding so much to my daily schedule but I think its just my natural reaction to dealing with the hubs being away and not having our own home for the next few months. Cover stress with stress???? lol
I can’t wait to share more with you this week and wake this site up! So glad you stopped by we will chat soon!