I've decided I'm not much of blogger. But here's another update:
Dreaming of Italy? Wondering what bike rides along Germany's countryside might look like? Belgium? How about Leesville, Louisiana?
Wait. Back up. You mean New Orleans, right? Maybe Baton Rouge? Nope. Fort Polk. An hour from anywhere. Hot as heck...and not at all what I had in mind.
God, didn't you here me? I said, "OVERSEAS!" You've been on a roll. Jason's degree: check. Desire to adopt: check. Travelling: check. Traveling to Europe: un-check.
I know that I will get over it, and enjoy our first duty station. But, honestly...I need a couple more days to wallow in my self-pity. I've never cooked crayfish before. I wonder if that is a mean stereotype?
Fort Polk. "FORT POLK!" The name doesn't even sound exciting...
On a happier note. God IS good. And, I do have faith that He will bring me through this...just as He always has.
Fort Polk. Jeez.
