Your first military terminology class is now in session. 
We PCS here in about 6 weeks. PCS means Permanent Change of Station – it means we are to report to a new duty station. I know you are looking at that “we” and wondering whether I have enlisted myself … I haven’t, but the thing is, it IS we. His is now mine and hence “we” report to a new duty station … how odd is that for the FyrFli you all knew? 
It isn’t final FINAL definite, but at this stage I think it’s pretty much a done deal. The decision I had to make – the one I blogged about approximately 24 hours ago – was whether to assume it was final FINAL definite or to hang on until the very last minute in the hope that it was not final at all. Well, that was decided for me. Word reached us last night whilst I was still agonizing, that we are indeed leaving Kentucky.
I had to tell my employers. THAT is the single most hardest thing I have had to do in a VERY long time. I don’t want to leave, yet at the same time I want to leave. I’ve made a big impression here, they have accepted me unconditionally. They “like” me. They like my style. They like my attitude. I have fit right in here … and now I have to leave before I even had the chance to do anything at all except earn their trust and admiration. Despite all that, there is just no way I am going to be staying without hubby.
It is a complex set of emotions that plague me. Kentucky has not been kind to me – what with allergies and a lack of employment opportunities – yet it is the first place I set roots down upon my migration here last year. I’ve made friends (as well as I can make friends anyhow), I’ve familiarized myself with the land, the layout, the weather, the people … the accent (somewhat). I refer to it as “home”.
For someone who has never done “change” very well at all, THIS is a big deal right here. Change is upon me, in a VERY big way and in more ways than I even want to consider right now.
Yet, I am excited at the prospect of this adventure that we are about to embark upon. And an adventure it seems to me at this point. New territory to be explored. The dubious pleasure of meeting new people… and I say it’s a dubious pleasure simply because I am still very much an introvert and I wonder if I shall ever change. A whole new slew of experiences awaits and I am determined to greet them all with a welcoming smile.
At the same time, I am anxious that stuff will break, or get lost … that the cats will be traumatized for days … weeks afterward. That we’ll forget stuff. That something unforeseen will happen and find us unprepared. That I will absolutely HATE the new place and spend the next 2 to 3 years yearning for Jamaica or even Kentucky…then I kick myself because I KNOW that unless I think positively, I will doom myself to misery.
All in all, it is a very confusing and dramatic time. As things progress, I will blog more about what is happening and where we are going, but for now at least I can come right out and say it now: in just a month or 2, we will have a new home. 
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