Tag: PCS
I Am a Triangle, and Maybe You Are, Too!
A long time ago, I was told that I was trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. I wanted something in...
Asking for Help is Hard, but Suffering Alone is Harder
I don’t like asking for help because I don’t like bothering people. I tend to assume there are worse things in the world than...
Embracing Your Overseas Orders
So you received orders to move overseas? You may be scared of the unknown. You may be sad to sell your house or leave...
Dealing with PCS Culture Shock One Tube Top at a Time
Every few years the military sweeps us from coast to coast and sometimes even OCONUS (Outside Continental United States). For a woman who grew...
Prospering After PCS: Becoming a Local in Your New City
I am from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I adore my hometown, and I love telling people where I'm from and how great The Good Land is....
Making Moves and Finding Your Tribe
Did you know there are apps to make mom-friends? Instead of going on dates to find a compatible partner, you are mom speed dating...
Undesirable/Unexpected Orders: How to Cope
P.C.S. aka “Permanent Change of Station”: Isn’t it funny how something so simple—a single phrase, the arrangement of three seemingly harmless letters—can completely throw you...
Navigating the World of Preteens, Phones, and Friendship
I've been secretly watching my preteen a little closer lately- not because she's bad. In fact, quite the opposite. She is young, impressionable, and...
When You’re Sad to NOT Be Moving
It's that time of year again. We know it well. It starts around mid-May and goes through late summer. Permanent Change of Station (PCS)...
The Life Cycle of a PCS: An Illustrative Guide
Several weeks ago, I came home from work to find my husband grinning mischievously in the kitchen. Never a good sign.
He played coy for...
Embrace the Suck (Part One) – Empty House Party
It’s time for the kids to bounce off the walls, slide on the floor, and hang off the ceiling, but they can’t jump on...
5 Tips to Eating Healthy When You’re Stuck in a Hotel
It was perfectly planned. My husband and I would take our youngest son with us, stop at my grandma’s house, stay in a hotel...