We’ve entered our Season of Lasts– what I call our last year at a duty station. Next summer, we will be off on a new adventure in a new city, but first we have to get through our last county fair and end-of- summer block party, our last first day of school here, our last Christmas in this house, one last Spring to plant flowers and celebrate the end of a school year at our favorite custard stand.
We try to make the most of this Season. Our day trips increase, our weekends become filled with trips to favorite restaurants or places we need to check out before we leave. What was once “we need to get there before we leave” becomes an urgent reality, especially since we know the gorgeous weather won’t last long around these parts.
It’s starting to sink in for the kids, too. This is our first move where both kids are old enough to fully understand what’s going to happen next year. They realize we may have just gone to our last Star Wars Night at the minor league baseball stadium, they know this is the last year in their school. They bounce between being excited and being devastated. But, we remind them all that matters is that we’re together and everything is going to be ok.
The Season of Lasts is also filled with preparation. I’ve already started purging the house of clutter and junk. We’re making a list of home repairs we’ll need to make before we sell the house. Research on potential new locations has started well before we receive orders this winter.
It’s a busy, sometimes stressful year, but each time the Season of Lasts seems a little less difficult. We’re starting to anticipate this time and embrace it. We get a little antsy being in the same place for too long. It’s definitely not the life for everyone, but it’s a life we love.
It’s such a bittersweet time, this Season of Lasts, because at the end of this season filled with lasts and goodbyes, we get to the Season of Firsts and a whole new adventure.