We spent over four years in Germany.
Our PCS (military relocation) back to the US was my 30th move. (I’ve told that to anyone who would listen, btw) There should be an award handed out to veteran movers such as myself, who racked up 12 moves before graduating high school, then kept going.
What have I learned? Mostly, that I don’t know much of anything. But here’s one truth I can’t escape no matter how stubbornly I try to ignore it:
There is beauty in the most challenging of moments. It waits to support us, if we let it.
Here’s an easy example. Our final few days in Stuttgart were rushed, exhausting and full of goodbyes. I took this from my balcony on our last night in our little rental house. Tucked behind a grand mansion, the house was in need of some love, called the Putzfrauhaus (servant's quarters) by the neighbors.
With views like this, we didn’t mind.