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I had no idea what I was getting into.  Seven years ago, when I stepped off that plane.  I had no idea.
I honestly thought that I was moving to Hawaii.  I don’t know why, I mean, Hawaii was never in any conversation.  For eight months I was in total denial, and just pretended that I wasn’t moving at all.  There were lots of complications with orders and what not’s, so it was pretty easy to just pretend that it wasn’t happening.  Then one rainy morning, five Japanese men showed up at the apartment and within three hours my whole life was packed away in crates headed across the world.  When I say I was in denial, I mean that I didn’t even have a suitcase packed or the dishes washed when the packers arrived.  Nothing.
I really didn’t even know where Germany was in relation to any other country except France.  I just knew that it wasn’t Okinawa.  There was no beach out my window and Lord help us all, it was gonna snow in the winter!
Yes, I had no idea.
I remember being in the car on my first drive into the area and I just looked over at my husband and said, “Is THIS Germany?”
I had no idea that the landscape would be a patchwork of fields and color.  Little villages would be nestled in the valley’s and perched on the hill tops.  Rows and rows and rows of grapevines would be scattered up the cliffs by beautiful rivers.  I had no idea that the leaves would change and really make the mountain look as if it were on fire.    The most beautiful sight would be my own little village covered in white with smoke rising out of the chimney tops like something from a storybook.
Wheat fields, old barns, tractors, dark woods, curvy roads…all woven together to create this texture.
The old with the new.  The hard with the soft.  The light with the dark.



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July 20, 2012 - 11:57 pm

Meredith - I like your description of denial. I get that. I swing one way or the other. Research it all or pretend it’s not happening. I cannot imagine having gone from Okinawa to Germany. They both seem magical.

July 21, 2012 - 8:24 am

Kricia Morris - This is GORGEOUS! Love the softness of the grass and the rough contrast of the chair, absolutely stunning!

July 21, 2012 - 10:54 am

Serena Nicole - This picture is SO you. It shows your beauty and creativity all in one. Germany is hard to leave, but I will say, you will love the convenience of the good ol’ USA! That I can promise.

July 21, 2012 - 11:48 am

Lea - I love the personal story you’ve shared here. :)

July 23, 2012 - 9:18 am

- Thanks Lea! Moving is HARD! Sniff, sniff!

July 23, 2012 - 9:20 am

- Every single Sunday it seems I just want a soda. I always think about all the soda machines on the corner of EVERY street in Okinawa. Then I realize that EVERY store is open on Sunday’s in the states, and I get a little happier about leaving DE. (but only a little!)

July 23, 2012 - 9:21 am

- Thanks Kricia! This Texas Ranch girl finds it so fascinating that there are NO fences around the fields here. Wide open spaces for sure!

July 23, 2012 - 9:22 am

- Our AF Career has been blessed for sure! I have found that maybe I’m not all that fond of change after all, and that I’m in super denial AGAIN!

July 23, 2012 - 12:03 pm

Melanie - I feel you 110%, maybe more. I really don’t want to leave here. At all. It might just be because I lived 6 years of my life here so this country has become a huge part of me, or it could be that we’re moving to the desert – nothing AT ALL like the green and amazingness that Germany has to offer… but I do look forward to the convenience that Serena mentioned. *sigh*….

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