I will start this out by saying right up front: I won’t make any promises about how I’m going to post regularly again. I will tell you, though, that I will try. And the good news is, I have a purpose for posting that I have lacked a lot over the last couple of years.
This year, I made a few New Year’s resolutions, one of which was to be more creative. It didn’t matter how; anything will do. I have lost touch with a big part of myself, as I have always been pretty creative; my career has trumped pretty much everything over the last couple of years and I haven’t really had time for much else.
The good part of that is that I have found a lot of success in my career - I got promoted again, which is something I never - truly, NEVER - imagined possible when I started this wild ride in the Navy. I have a job that I have loved immensely, which has given me a great deal of satisfaction. We’re still in Rhode Island, but my time here is starting to wind down and some big decisions needed to be made.
The kids are at ages - Isak is 15, Anja will be 14 soon - where they’re starting to really want some control over their lives. This life we live as a military family has never provided much of that. They have flourished here in Rhode Island and built a strong network of friends and are involved in many extracurricular activities. Isak will be going into his junior year next year; Anja will be a freshman. On top of that, B had the great fortune to have found a job shortly after we moved here working for a state-run fishery, which was near miraculous with RI having the second-highest unemployment rate in the U.S., combined with his extended absence from work to stay home and provide stability for the family for the previous 10 years or so. The combination of the kids and his job made us have to make a very big, and very difficult, decision. And so we decided as a family that my next assignment will have me going there alone. I should know soon where that will be, but what we do know is that 3/4 of us will stay here in RI, and I, the little old 1/4, will be having some really long commutes on the weekends. The Navy’s term for this is “geographical bachelor”, or “geo bach”.
But it’s not all doom and gloom here. Absolutely not! When we made the big decision about me being a geo bach, another decision had to be made - whether or not we would buy a house. We couldn’t stay in the housing we were in if I wasn’t living with the family, and so we decided to look for a house. I will share that story another time, but the very, very short story is that we just closed on a house a week ago today. We had to move ourselves, and unfortunately the timing was not good as I recently had surgery and am on convalescent leave (another story for another time!) so my contribution was very limited. I can’t lift anything over 10 pounds, but my doctor cleared me to be able to walk as much as I want, and said I could paint as long as I wasn’t lifting anything heavy to do so. B and the kids, and some generous help from neighbors, got us moved over to the new house and we turned in the keys to the old place on Wednesday. So we’re officially homeowners, again! Paint covered, slightly overwhelmed, but happy and excited about this new chapter in the Saga of the Sigs.