So where are you from? It’s a question that is asked a lot when meeting new people. During sorority recruitment, we tried to avoid asking potential new members (PNMs) this question because everyone always asked it. And 90% of the girls were from Virginia. Summer is PCS season for the military, and I know lots of blogger wives who are preparing for or settling in from a military move. For some, it’s their first (which can be overwhelming); for others, this move is just another notch in the Army life belt.
Growing up a military brat (my father was an Air Force officer), I have a unique experience transitioning to life as an Army wife. But where am I from? When people ask me, I tend to say North Dakota. I only lived there for two years, but I was born there. In college, I told folks I was from Pennsylvania because my parents lived there (and I lived there until I graduated). And let’s not forget Colorado, Alabama, Virginia (during college), North Carolina, and now Georgia. Sometimes, I wonder if people think I’m lying when I talk about living so many places. Being a Denver Broncos and Atlanta Braves fan also adds a layer of complication and explanation. I promise I am not a bandwagon fan.
In my brain thoughts, where you’re from is dictated by how you grew up. My dad was also an Air Force brat (Grandpa was an Air Force officer, as well), so I say he’s from Texas because he was born there. My husband is a Navy brat, but he moved to Virginia when he was younger than 2 and lived there until he commissioned at 23. He was born in California and moved like a month later. Plus I really don’t want to admit that my husband hails from the land of fruits and nuts (as my high school German teacher called California).
So where you do say you’re from? Any other military brats turned wives out there?
