We’re here! We arrived at Fort Belvoir this past Saturday – the end of a caravan road trip that involved a mayfly invasion of biblical proportions, torrential downpours, and a stop in Wilmington, North Carolina to drop off Weston, Lucy, and Desi with the grandparents. While we miss the little guy (and the not-so-little pets), it has been nice to handle the tasks that accompany the relocation dance without having to chase a toddler. I am driving back down the coast to pick up the little guy later this week and I can’t wait to squeeze and hug that blonde hair boy.
We’re currently living it up in Army lodging on post while we search for our (rental) home for the next three years. And let me tell you, this area is gorgeous. I am smitten. Northern Virginia has always held a special place in my heart and now having the opportunity to live here hasn’t changed my favorable opinion of the Washington DC area. Fort Belvoir is also ridiculously gorgeous – by far the fanciest Army post I’ve ever set foot on. You know, I always feel odd when pulling out my camera on a military installation – I am never sure if I am actually allowed to take pictures. My guess is no. So you will just have to believe me when I say that Fort Belvoir is beyond beautiful.
On Sunday, after a long day of house hunting, we met friends for dinner at Hank’s Oyster Bar in Alexandria, Virginia and ate some of the most delicious oysters ever – New Point Comfort oysters to be exact. Clay and I are already dreaming of the next time we go so we can order more lip-smackin finger-lickin’ oysters. While my cornmeal crusted soft-shell crab (one of the perks of living near the Chesapeake again) was quite good, the oysters were the star of the show.
Yesterday, Clay reported for duty while I house-hunted all around the area. Unfortunately, my wheel decided to kamikaze a curb, which resulted in a tire with a gaping hole. Thankfully, I was able to pull off the road into a 7-11 parking lot. USAA Roadside Assistance saved the day (in addition to some good samaritans offering their elbow grease) and I was able to drive the car to the nearest Sears, thanks to a not-so-tasty donut. Clay met me there and waited for the tire technician to put on a new tire while I walked around Trader Joe’s and Buy Buy Baby. Waiting for automotive work to be completed is my idea of hell. Isn’t he a keeper? But what should have been an easy fix turned into a two-hour ordeal. So Clay reports that the experience was his idea of hell too.
Last night ended on a high note though – I found a tiny little Pho shop and picked some up to take back to post, along with some spring rolls. Combine that with some rum and cokes in plastic hotel cups, and you can understand why even a flat tire can’t sour my mood. Because I absolutely adore the new place we call home.