Earlier this week, Clay and I met with the pastor of the church we will be officially joining this weekend. Leaving our church in Oklahoma was the most difficult aspect of saying goodbye to the Sooner State so we knew that finding a new church in northern Virginia would be an uphill battle. After visiting a handful last fall, we found ourselves most comfortable at a church just down the road that also happens to run the little guy’s preschool program.
During our meeting with the pastor, he asked us how long we were going to be in northern Virginia. Clay and I looked at each other and gave our standard response to such a question, “We don’t know.” And that is the truth. While we’re technically here on three-year orders, there are a plethora of circumstances that could have us leaving the area before 2015. Like many other military families, our reality is that we never know how long it will be before we pack up and leave in order to start somewhere new. Obviously this makes planning beyond 1-2 years downright impossible but whenever I become frustrated due to the cloudy future, I remind myself that nobody really knows where they will be in 1-2 years.
So instead of dwelling on the uncertainty, I choose to embrace it. Hopefully by this fall, we will have a better idea of our next step, in regards to the Army. In the meantime, I will just enjoy the hell out of our time in Northern Virginia. And continue to respond, “I don’t know” when asked how long we are going to be in the area.