The place where we are moving is my favorite Army post, not in terms of the surrounding community, but just in how the post is itself. It’s old, historic and majestic in this sort of run down way. We haven’t lived at that many different posts (5) so maybe my experience is just too limited.
It’s not a favorite of anyone else I know, including my dh. He hates it as a matter of fact. He stops just short of declaring it to be the root of all evil, instead settling on “the place where bad things happen”. Which isn’t exactly true, the bad things tend to happen after we leave there, so I feel that you can hardly judge the place by that standard. Besides, he was the one who applied to go to the school there, I had nothing to do with that. Might as well make the best of it. He counters that with, “I did it because I know how much you love it there and that it’s your Army wife dream to live in one of those houses,” as he rolls his eyes. Ah, that’s love for you.
I deny it, without fail….I am certainly not that shallow! I love it because of the good friends we met while there, the memories I have.
There is no way that is true about how I love it only for the housing I can live in. Most military folks would say that while living on post has its benefits, the housing itself is not usually one of them. In fact, this place was the first and only time we have ever lived in government quarters.
We lived in this cockroach infested, over 50 years old, crowded housing, but beyond all reason I loved it. I loved the wood floors (covered in at least 2 inches of protective polyurethane). I loved the windows (that I spent hours scraping because they were so speckled from years of painting and repainting). My house had good house “karma” for lack of a better term. I can’t explain why I love it, I just do! I love driving around post and seeing the plaques that denote houses of the Army’s famous generals. I love the big trees. I love that the CG’s house is an grand old plantation house. It probably just goes with my penchant for historic churches, I love it just because it’s old.
It’s changed since we left there. The housing is privatized, which I’ve heard mixed things about. Some of the housing, maybe even the row house we lived in before, might be gone. According to their website the company demolished some units, but has renovated nearly all of the historic ones. Dh is convinced we will be living in a “ghetto” house again because we’ll only be there a year. Heh. We qualify for field grade housing since he got promoted (for the record, the only time I’ve been glad to pull the officer’s wife card). I already emailed the housing lady, 6 months in advance. I am already thinking about what kind of Christmas decorations I should buy for the theoretical house at the after Christmas sales. Plotting how to get my gigantic fern that I haven’t managed to kill yet, transported there so it will to look good on my porch. Excited about the housing? Who, me?