This week marks two years of marriage for my husband and me, and one year of living in Fayetteville. The past two years have brought more changes than we could have ever imagined.
I will start by saying that throughout my life, I have not dealt well with change. I lived in the same area for most of my life, have had the same best friends since I was 11 years old, had the same job since graduating college and was very used to the community of Richmond, Virginia.
When my husband (then boyfriend) decided to pursue a military career, I was supportive. I knew in the back of my head that it meant my world would probably change, but I had no idea of the magnitude at that time.
My husband (Spencer) and I were married at my hometown church on Feb. 21, 2015, and he left for basic training two weeks later.
We spent the majority of our first year of marriage apart while Spencer was in training, which was tough for a couple who spent most days together in their four-year dating relationship.
Like all military spouses, I re-learned the art of writing letters. I got used to never knowing when I would be able to talk to my husband and had to deal with the fact that I was no longer in control. This was rough. I am very much a Type-A person and plan out every detail of my days. Not so anymore.
When Spencer received his permanent change of station to Fort Bragg, we debated whether I should join him or stay in Richmond. Ultimately, we decided it was time to be together and start our life in the same place.
I left pretty much everything I had ever known behind — a great job, friends and my Family, with whom I am extremely close. As Spencer and I settled into our new home, new routines emerged. We met people, including some wonderful neighbors. Our Families came to visit. I was lucky enough to land a job in my field.
I’ve learned to be grateful for places that feel like home. In Richmond, Spencer and I had certain spots we frequented and called “ours.” Here in Fayetteville, we have found a few places that have a similar feel, and make us a little more comfortable in a town with which we aren’t extremely familiar.
I saw a quote the other day that said: “Love where you live. Love what you do. Love who you’re with. Love who you are.”
Although it’s a little corny, I hold it close to my heart. The past two years have forced me out of my comfort zone, and I have learned more about myself and our relationship than would have been possible outside of the military.