Hi there! I know it has been awhile since I posted. Last time you heard from me I had mentioned I would be moving from Norwich, CT to Virginia Beach, VA. Well after a long month of changes we are finally nice a settled. Since March, I have moved from San Diego, to the North East and snow storm. After living in Connecticut for less than 2 months we moved from CT to VA Beach early May and made a pretty smooth transition.
Now it is time folks as I am learning my way around town and Jason packs up for training and soon after a deployment, to get things together and find employment. As I begin my search and work on my resume I am learning that it a little more difficult than I thought it would be. Especially since I dont know many people around here, I havent really established a network or support system yet. As I am not a Military “wife” yet…(yes readers I will be sending you details about the wedding as I have them… right now we are planning a winter/christmas ceremony) I do not really have the ties or relationships to other wives yet in the community. I do know other wives but they are either preggers or playing in the house with their children. Me, not that I don’t like or want kids because I do and I am great with kids its just that I am totally not ready for that and can’t think of things to say to them. I say random things like, hey you want to go out tonight? or do you want me to grab some beer? (to the pregnant wife)…
Now getting to the point of this post. A wise friend once dubbed me with this nickname of walking hazard. I want this person to know that maybe to you I might always be the so called “walking hazard” but I also want you (you know who you are), others and myself that I am going to take this nickname off the Sarah nickname pole. You can call me Sarbear, Sexy Beast, or Sarah Ellen, but no Walking Hazard. The history behind this nickname I am not sure how it started but I am sure it had something to do with the fact that my freshman year of college I was doing my signature dinosaur walk, puking projectile vomit onto nice white leather couches of frat houses, or running into things, or perhaps this person felt the need to label me and perhaps I might learn from my mistakes. Well oh wise one, I am letting you know after almost 10 years..almost…I am starting to.
So anyway right now as I prepare myself for the next year and a half I am trying to remember that I can do this, I have done it before. Bailey will keep me entertained. So this time is the time to focus on employment but also my career path. I want to go back to school, it is never too late I don’t think. I will remember to keep doing the things I love.