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This Is Not My Home: Our Latest Transfer Broke Me

Both of our children were born during a tour that was supposed to last four years, and we were only a mere three hours from our hometowns. That tour was cut short by a year when my husband was promoted, and a dream of ours became a reality. We were transferred to Detroit – where we affectionately call home. It seemed as though the stars were aligned and prayers were being answered. We were going to have a very comfortable and happy four years with our family and friends.

Detroit. My home. My roots. My love. My place.

My husband was beginning to get the hang of his job; my children were thriving; and I finally found something I could call my own and use my journalism degree as a contributor for Detroit Moms Blog. I had breaks from the kids when I needed them, stress was at an all-time low, and life seemed almost too good to be true. During that time we were home, I came to appreciate my city, my home, my roots and had a renewed sense of loyalty to Michigan. I was “smitten with the mitten.”

And then it happened. We’d been short-toured … again.

We got short-toured when there were only four possible places we could move left on the list. As we always have, we picked the closest to home as our first choice and then on down the list. We even went so far as to start looking for school districts and homes in this place. It wouldn’t be too far away, and it was a day trip away from Detroit. For the last two tours we got our number one pick – why would this be any different?

Coast Guard said: Challenge accepted. We received word shortly after submitting picks that we were moving from Detroit to California. The farthest move we’ve made as a family of four.

I’ve never really been good with change.

OK, change scares the living daylights out of me. I deal with anxiety and depression on a daily basis. This change sent my anxiety into overdrive.

If you’ve ever had experience with anxiety, you know that when you lose control of a situation it wreaks havoc on your brain. It’s nearly debilitating. What am I going to do all by myself in California with two children? The hours my husband would be working would have me doing the daily routine all by myself with no chance of a break. The monotony of stay-at-home motherhood would not get broken up by the occasional grandparent babysitting overnight or a night out with the girls, as with my anxiety I find it difficult to find new friends. Lord only knows when the next time I would get a night out with my husband so we can reconnect.

Inside I was screaming because all of this was going to happen whether I liked it or not. To me, life as I knew it felt over.

Why now? Oh wait. The answer is the military.

I said from the very beginning that I wasn’t sure I was cut out for military life. I know a lot of you must be thinking, “this is what you signed up for” or “at least your husband gets to come home every night and isn’t deployed,” and you are absolutely right.

I am very grateful that my husband doesn’t work the duty section anymore, and that he’s usually home in time for dinner each night. However, that doesn’t make me miss home any less. Yes, as long as my husband and my children are with me, I have all I’ll ever need or want, but that doesn’t make me any less homesick.

It’s a very hard feeling to explain to people. Although I am fulfilled, part of me is missing. All of our household goods are here and unpacked. We’ve hung pictures on the walls and started to make some memories here. Then why does this place feel so completely and utterly NOT like my home?

We’ve been here for three months now and time is passing so slowly. Every day is longer than the one before. I have been making every effort to adjust to the new normal, but nothing has worked. I’ve sat in the sun for half an hour each morning, I’ve gone on hikes, I’ve made sure to get up and get dressed each day and the adjusting is just not happening.

This place feels so temporary, and the complete opposite of my home and despite many attempts to “deal with it,” I struggle day in and day out. So far, the stress has caused a 16 pound weight loss. I attend therapy on the regular and continue to keep on keepin’ on hoping one day it’ll be OK.

I’m broken. This move broke me.

I’ve dealt with severe postpartum depression and some pretty significant lows in my life, and I can honestly say those things were a walk in the park compared to my struggle here.

In this darkness, I’ve found I’m still determined to find a purpose in all of this. I’m determined to find the reason why we were moved here. I’m one of those people who believes that everything happens for a reason, and I know the reason we are here has got to be more than “that’s where your husband got stationed.”

So, here is my question to my fellow military spouses: Have you experienced a similar move?

What did you do? How did you find a purpose? 

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5 Responses to This Is Not My Home: Our Latest Transfer Broke Me

  1. Leahl December 3, 2017 at 8:13 pm #

    Amber I am struggling with this right now. We left Flint MI and made it to the duty station we wanted when he first joined (Ft Carson). I was very sad when we found out we ere headed to a Flint. He was on recruiting duty and we tried our hardest to get home to Minnesota but we’re sent there instead. MI became our first home away from home since we left MN and I am struggling greatly moving away from it! We have been in CO for almost 6 mo and I have my good and bad days but I just can’t shake the feeling this place is not for me. Don’t get me wrong it is absolutely gorgeous here but it just doesn’t feel like home. Good luck to you and I hope you find your purpose! I am and will continue to search for mine as well!

    • Amber Cross
      Amber Cross December 4, 2017 at 10:56 am #

      Thank you so much for sharing. It makes me feel better knowing I’m not alone. Prayers for a smooth transition for you.

  2. Michelle December 4, 2017 at 6:55 am #

    My husband and I were wed 1 year with a 1 year old when we moved from my home town to Japan! Not only were we unable to drive home for a short visit but the time difference and at that time lack of high speed internet and expensive long distance made it virtually impossible to even communicate with our families back in the states. We experienced the culture but were to young to appreciate it and felt lost so far from the saftey of our families. Almost 20 years later I can tell you for us the why was so we could learn to lean on each other and form the strongest inseparable family bond. It may take some time and it may even be after you have left California to understand the why but stay strong and try to enjoy the journey!

    • Amber Cross
      Amber Cross December 4, 2017 at 10:56 am #

      Thank you so much for sharing! I appreciate the support. ❤️

  3. Taylor December 9, 2017 at 10:40 pm #

    Amber, hang in there. We are CG too and we have not been short toured but this duty station (Texas) has been incredibly hard for me. My husband has been gone underway more than he ever was before, and add a new baby to the mix…. the next PCS can’t come soon enough! I was lucky to (eventually) find some coworkers who 1) let me vent and 2) happened to be from where I’m from originally, and it helped. I am also trying to enjoy some of the things that a warmer weather climate brings – rarely if ever do I have to bundle my toddler in a winter coat! I can take him to the playground in December and not worry about snow! Pool season lasts forever! I still miss winter and I still miss where I grew up but I have thrown myself into what everyone else does with their kids here and it’s actually pretty fun. I save my pennies and try to get back to where I’m from as much as I can, too. I’ll be thinking of you, it wasn’t so long ago that I felt broken by this transfer too.

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