PCS-a-Palooza

I'm not sure what it is about this PCS (Permanent Change of Station for you non-military folks).  Somehow it feels...prolonged.

In reality, it isn't.  But for whatever reasons, it still feels that way.

Boarding the ferry in Kodiak, AK seems like a lifetime ago.  Okay fine, maybe not a lifetime.  Perhaps I'm exaggerating.

We left Alaska on June 11th.  As I'm writing this, it's about 7 weeks, and 4,000-ish miles later.

I guess it makes sense that I'd be feeling tired.

We spent about 3 weeks in an extended stay Marriott while we house hunted. It was exactly what we needed and wasn't a bad spot to park ourselves while we started the process of finding a new place to live.

Our temporary digs

While we scoured the area for Pugbull friendly housing, we managed to clock our first California hike.  It was...hot.

We thought the trail would lead us down to the river where Cheety could take a dip to cool off, but it wasn't quite close enough for him to take a swim.

We'll just say that this family isn't quite acclimated from Alaska weather just yet!  We didn't almost kill the dog.  I swear.

We finally secured a rental property after an unexpectedly competitive 3 week search for a house. Who knew Sacramento rentals were such a hot commodity?? We sure didn't.

So, I'm thankful we found the place we're in.  It's a cute neighborhood & it's walk able and bike able to restaurants, pubs, live music, and Trader Joe's.  I can't tell ya how happy I am to be back in the land of Boar's Head.  That's one of those items you don't know you'll miss until you can't have it!  It's the little things.

Our cute, little house in East Sacramento

 
We've been living as temporary minimalists while we wait for our household goods to be delivered. It's the old house camping scenario, with camping cookware, fold-up camp furniture and an air mattress to tide us over.

Which brings me back to my original point.  The short of it is - I'm ready for this PCS to be done now.  I'd like to get my life back together.  I'd like to get our stuff back.  I'm tired of living out of a duffle bag. 

I want my couch.  A bed would be nice.  Maybe a normal-sized chair or two.  I know...wah, wah.

When this whole 'rip up my existence and relocate' party starts to get old, I remind myself of something very simple.

It's all temporary. 

And this unfamiliar place that's supposed to be home will slowly start to feel like home.  And this sense of prolonged transition will end.

And most importantly, I'll get my couch back.

Ta-ta for now.