In true army fashion, I don't even have my soldier home and our next big drama is starting. It looks like we are moving in November to the world's longest cul-de-sac. Seriously, there is one road into the post and it is 40 miles long leading to the nearest town.

I am trying to get in touch with my friend who lives there to get the scoop on the place. Housing is really the only concern I have. It is, after all, the thing that personally seems to affect me and L the most when we move somewhere new.

The upside is that there is supposedly a lot of predictable family time there. That is something to look forward to.