Remember at Pesach when we end with “next year in Remember at Pesach when we end with “next year in Jerusalem?”
For me it is “next year” …… and then my thoughts start to spin. I will have a lot of changes in this coming year. Might even be looking forward rather than back. Example – my military career – starting in Jan 1978 when I was commissioned – will be coming to an end this spring. I actually will have control of my life and my work. (yes, I know that you civilians might find that funny. We active duty types don’t really grow up. It seems that we are always changing jobs and locations as a way of life. Rarely do we have complete control over where we are or what we are assigned to do. Doesn’t matter if you like the coworkers – they may be no happier to see you in return. Unlike with the reserves – for the active force you know that there will be 30-50% turnover every year. No, not matter what they say – the military does not function like a business. But I digress…)
For the first time since Jan 2008, I might even get to live in the same house as my husband. Kind of a daunting thought for me as I really have gotten to do things “my way” for quite a while. Of course, my way might just involve a whole lot of cleaning and sorting for months after I am home. Maus (or Ms Pink or Ms Copper) is the only one left in secondary school and she finishes this year.
Then there is the wonderful world of employment (or not).
Can you tell I am ready for a change?
This past year has been full of challenges mostly related to work and paperwork. I have made some wonderful friends, knit some, read a lot, finished a fair number of CME courses. Finally, I will finish the Dari before midnight (altho if I had been on the correct course it would have been done hours ago – nothing like trying to do level 2 before level 1….) All of this means that it should be “next year in Heidelberg!”