Posting season is upon us! For my non-Forces Family friends that means it’s the time of year when the bulk of the Canadian Forces moves happen. This can be a very stressful and chaotic time for a lot of families in our community. If you love your (or your spouses) posting and you don’t want to leave, it can be really hard. If you’re SO done and are looking forward to a bit of adventure, it can be nerve-wracking to say the least.
I’m of the later persuasion. I didn’t “marry into the military” as some people say. We were adults, with two toddlers already. B had been interested in the Canadian Air Force for awhile and deciding to pursue this career was something we researched and decided on together. This can make a big difference on how people handle these moves. We chose this adventure together. WE knew going in that moving would be a part of our lives. That being said, I was looking forward to a big move…
Our first posting was to a training base. It was a year and a half, and it was still in Southern Ontario. Seven hours from home isn’t exactly an adventure. It was new and different so that was exciting enough though. After B’s graduation we were on the move again. This time…three hours from home. Y’all. Three hours does not an adventure make! Trenton is a nice enough town, but it’s not what I was looking for. It will always be in my heart though. I built Jenson here. I had the most amazing midwives, and homebirth. I met cool people, and the kids made their first (non-family/honorary family) friends. They learned here. They grew here.
But, I can’t say that I thrived here. I didn’t want to come here. I still carried baggage that I’m learning to let go of. I spent those first two years, pregnant-exhausted-4th trimester-EXHAUSTED all the while homeschooling O and E, and raising a toddler. I wouldn’t give any of it up, but it was a lot. That pregnancy put a strain on my body that I had never felt before. The year after was a messy blur. It took time for the air to clear and I wanted nothing more than to pack my family up and get the hell out of Dodge! That feeling never really left over the last two years. It got easier, I felt lighter. We’ve had so many great days, and enjoyed much of our time here, but I’m ready to move on.
Every posting season I watched the spouses in my Facebook groups excitedly (or begrudgingly) announce their postings. Dotting across the country, some in cities I’ve dreamed of visiting, some in remote area’s I barely knew existed. Some even lucky enough to get a European posting. I was jealous, to say the least. Posting season can be a fickle bitch!
B has also been itching for a move too. He’s been surveying the options, putting in the work. Putting himself out there to see what might turn up. We even did a whole screening process last posting season for a chance at an isolated posting, but he didn’t get it. So he kept working at it and this posting season he got the call! Like, someone actually called and asked for him specifically. (Let me gush for a minute, because he won’t. That’s kind of cool!) We had to do the whole screening process (they make sure you don’t have medical needs/mental health needs/whatever that potentially can’t be dealt with at the specific posting) again because it’s a semi-isolated posting, but we did it and we’re going!
We are, officially, Newfoundland bound! We’ve never lived outside Ontario, so this will definitely be an adventure. AND we get to take a dope road trip, including a ferry! And if you know me, you know that my goal in life is to live near the ocean!
I’ll keep you posted on the moving adventure, what homeschooling rules in Newfoundland look like, and what the kids are excited about!