Tag Archives: Moving

To Germany

To Germany | R.Simple LifeTo Germany | R.Simple Life

Have you ever wanted to just pick up and move? I have. I’ve wanted to pick up and move myself, my loves, and my bed over to Europe for some time now, and you know what? I think it’s high time we did that.

The Recors are moving to Germany. May 2014.

xoxo Mallory

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Neighbors

Neighbor girls sharing a blanket (me on right).

Do you know your neighbors? Maybe it’s just because I grew up with a best friend next door, or maybe it’s the fact that our first base, Vance AFB, was filled with brand new officers all in about the same spot in their lives, but I’ve known a lot of neighbors. Become friends with many, had countless barbecues, doggy play dates, time just chatting on our back porches, shared Halloween candy, and even shared some pretty hard times.

Have I been spoiled? I’m beginning to think the answer is maybe yes. When someone new moves in on my street, I try my hardest to get over there to welcome them to the neighborhood, offer any advice, and usually there is a plate of cookies in my hands. When you move as often as we do, you meet people as quickly as possible. You scope out new friends. You know who you live by.

We moved into this house almost a week ago. I have yet to meet a single neighbor. Even just a friendly hello would be appreciated, as I know no one here. Jon, Duke, Calvin, and Pam (our housing specialist). Those are the “people” I know here. Like I said, maybe I’m spoiled, but man would I love to meet a neighbor or two.

I may be crazy. It may make little sense to those of you who don’t move like we do. It may even seem absurd to those of you who DO move as often as we do. I just don’t know… what do you think? Do you know your neighbors?

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Happy Weekend!

Well, we made it. After 9+ hours in the car with a cat and a dog, driving through Arkansas, Louisiana, and Mississippi, we now live a mile and a half from the Gulf of Mexico on a little peninsula. And in 8 more days, we will be living in our home. The home we get to bring Baby home to. It’s cute guys. We already peeked in the windows.

Last night we had oysters, shrimp, and fish in a island-vibey, open air restaurant ON the water. And then went for a walk on the beach. This Mississippi life isn’t going to be too bad.

Oh, and good news, Jon won’t be deploying in September – for those few of you I confided in. Though, I should probably knock on wood when I say that. And cross some fingers. And do a little anti-jinx handshake.

Have a wonderful weekend enjoying your surroundings (we’ll be at the beach).

xoxo, Mallory

 

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Behind the Scenes: 16 Weeks

As you may know, we are in the process of moving. Yesterday, movers were here packing up all our belongings, while I kept Calvin away from all the boxes so he wouldn’t get packed up after curling up in a new dark place to sleep, and today they are emptying our house into a truck. I don’t know when I’ll see all my things again.

I’ve been working in our bedroom, amongst all the boxes and things we will be bringing with us to sit in a Uhaul while we live in a hotel for up to 10 days while our new house is being cleaned, repainted, and inspected.

When I set up the tripod (oh, here is the answer to the biggest question I get about my weekly photos – “Who takes the pictures?” Me! With my tripod) yesterday for the photo sesh, it was more than a little comical. So I thought I’d share the chaos that is our life for at least 2 weeks.

All I can say is thank goodness we’ll be there before I’m too far along in this pregnancy. I’ll have plenty of time to unpack, clean, and finally set up the nursery!

xoxo, Mallory

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Happy Weekend!

A vision of our weekend to come. Hopefully yours is filled with more exciting company than cleaning supplies and boxes.

xoxo, Mallory

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Home

Via

First of all, we are happy to announce, we will only be homeless for a week when we move to Mississippi. We were offered a house on base and jumped at the opportunity, forgetting the fact that we were going to play hardball and ask for a four bedroom home. I guess thinking about being homeless puts things into perspective for you, and a three bedroom home seems like total perfection. And yes, that is our floor plan. Also, we’ve decided to go on vacation for our “Homeless week.” So all in all, not too bad.

Home is a funny thing in the military. “Home is where the heart is.” “Home is where my family is.” “Home is where the Air Force sends us.” I’ve heard it all. But in 7 moves in 5 years, I’ve figured out where Home is. Home is not where you grew up, yet it has seen all your growing. Home is not where your loved ones are, yet your loved ones always have a spot in Home. Home is not the physical dwelling which we so painstakingly decorate and make our own. Yet without Home, we would never enjoy that physical dwelling.

Home is our heart. When you have to move every year or so (sometimes less) you come to realize you have to bring your Home with you. Home is your family, your familiarity, your happiness. Our Home is wherever we can be together. And soon enough, we’ll extend that Home to one more special little baby.

When Home is your heart, there are wonderful things to be said, and there are some ugly things as well. It’s easy to settle into a new house, a new neighborhood, a new state. You make memories quickly in a house, because as long as we’re together, it’s always Home. But when we are apart, which unfortunately is a semi-common occurrence with Jonathan’s job, our Home is torn apart. We each have a little piece of Home, and those pieces crave closeness. Need to be together. So it makes time apart even harder than it already is.

7 moves in 5 years. 7 moves in 5 years.┬áIt sounds crazy when I lay it out like that. But each move has been with my Home, so it’s not too bad.

xoxo, Mallory

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