It's Official! We're Moving To Lackland AFB in Texas.

Months ago Tom was like, "I might get vectored to be a TI (training instructor) at Lackland AFB in Texas."

Vectored, for all you non-military people, basically means switching jobs. He's currently in security forces.

Tom told me not to get my hopes up because it probably wouldn't happen.

I got my hopes up anyway. After all, we've been at this current base for nearly FIVE years. We're long overdue for a move. Plus, my family lives in Texas. I could actually be near family! It's a foreign concept to me.

Weeks later, after multiple interviews and going through psychological tests to ensure he was sane, Tom was like, "Oh, by the way, I got selected to be a TI."

I couldn't believe it. We were actually getting what we wanted in the Air Force? This never happens!

But then we had to play the "wait for the orders" game. For you non-military people, orders are what makes the move official. And sometimes even THOSE can get canceled.

So waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, on Tuesday, Tom was like, "I got my orders!"

This means we can start making plans. Set up when the movers will be here. Set up when the housing people walk through the house and lets us know how much money we owe. (Our carpets are scary. Thanks cats.) Set up when we'll move into TLF (temporary living facility..or basically, a hotel room.) Set up when we can LEAVE THIS BASE.

Now I have to go through all our crap and guys? We have a lot of crap. Tom put down the full amount that he's allowed to move--11,000 pounds--and I bet we have OVER that at the moment. I'm a pack rat. And I hoard books.

Texas, here we come!