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Blog X?

More than once, I’ve mentioned on this blog that I like to keep things light when I post about my travels and food adventures.  I have a pretty good sense of humor about a lot of things and I have another blog where I tend to vent my spleen when I get upset about something.  Most people who read this blog are looking for restaurant and travel tips or simply want to look at pictures.  That’s what I try to provide here.

Today I feel the need to address an issue that’s come up repeatedly since I started sharing this blog with people in the military community.  I know a lot of people don’t like that I call myself the “traveling overeducated housewife”.  Some people seem downright offended by the name of this blog.  And there have been many times in the few years since I created this blog that I’ve sincerely wished I had come up with a different name for it.

Yesterday, I shared my post about date night restaurants and it was mostly well-received in the community.  I got a lot of likes, mostly from women, whom I hope will have a chance to try some of the places Bill and I have enjoyed since we moved back to Germany in 2014.  I was feeling pretty good about the positive feedback until I got this comment from someone.

“Traveling Over-educated House Wife.” Ugh…I hope she at least has children.

You know, I have gotten my share of crappy comments from people about the name of my blog, but this one really struck me as a low blow.  So now I’m going to set the record straight, for those who are interested.

First off, this travel blog is a spin-off of my main blog, The Overeducated Housewife.  I started that first blog in March 2010 on a whim.  We were living in Fayetteville, Georgia, having moved there in September 2009 from the Stuttgart area.  My husband was working at Fort McPherson, which was due to close the following year.  We knew we’d be moving again in early 2011.  Since that would be the middle of Bill’s assignment at FORSCOM, we knew that our time at Fort Bragg in North Carolina would also be short.  The chances of my being able to find the kind of work I went to school to do were slim to none.

It struck me that I’d gone to college for seven years and, thanks to all the moving we were doing, would probably not have the chance to use my education the way I thought I would.  I have always liked to write and never thought I’d end up being a housewife with three college degrees.  That’s why I decided to call my first blog The Overeducated Housewife.  At the time, I saw it as sort of a facetious comment on my situation.  I never dreamed people would pay attention to it or that, one day, I’d move back to the Stuttgart area and have many readers in the military community.

When I started writing my first blog, I didn’t share it with anyone.  I kept it a secret because, at the time, I wanted to stay somewhat anonymous.  I wasn’t even the first Overeducated Housewife blogger.  I’ve seen several other blogs with that name, though those bloggers apparently lost interest, had children that took up all their time, or found jobs.

As for the reason I don’t have children, not that it’s anyone’s business, but I did want and plan to have them.  Just as I had expected to have a career in public health and social work when I went to graduate school, I also fully expected that one day I’d have kids.  Unfortunately, having children was not in the cards for me.  I got married when I was thirty years old.  I am Bill’s second wife.  He had a stepson and two daughters with his ex wife.  They had some serious financial problems and she claimed pregnancy was very hard on her.  She talked Bill into getting a vasectomy when he was 29 years old.  At the time, it seemed like the most responsible thing to do, so Bill agreed.  A few years later, they divorced.  She remarried and had two more children with her third husband.  Meanwhile, Bill was left unable to father children without medical intervention, which after his divorce, he could not afford.  Sadly, Bill’s daughters are estranged and haven’t seen or spoken to him since 2004.

During that same year, Bill managed to have his vasectomy reversed, courtesy of the Army.  I remember how excited I was because it looked like we might get to have kids after all.  Although the reversal happened eleven years after the vasectomy, it looked like it was successful.  For a couple of years, we tried to start our family.  However, during those years, we were pretty poor because Bill was paying child support and still recovering from the financial difficulties he’d had in his first marriage.  I was trying and failing to find steady work, although I did make money as a freelance writer.  At that time, we couldn’t afford to seek more help conceiving.

Then Bill got deployed, which further put our ability to try to conceive on hold… and we started the series of moves that has led us to where we are now.  Since 2007, we have moved six times.  It’s hard to build a career in the field I studied when you have to move all the time.  And, to be honest, we are now in a financial situation where I don’t really have to work.  We have plenty and, frankly, there are many people out there who need steady work more than I do.  Moreover, since I haven’t worked in my field since 2002, I doubt anyone would want to give me a job anyway.  Certainly not in Germany.

I don’t necessarily enjoy housework, but I like writing and I’m good at it.  I also like making music and I do that, too.  I don’t have the conventional career I thought I was going to have.  But, you know what?  Life is good.  And no, I don’t have kids, but I do have dogs.  I don’t have a steady paycheck, but I do have the time and ability to see places I never expected to see.  I have my health and a good relationship with my husband.  I don’t have to spend all day in a cubicle.  Certainly, if I had known this was what my life was going to be like, I would not have gone to graduate school.  Who wants to pay off student loans for degrees they can’t use?  I don’t need graduate school for what I do every day.  So I see myself as “overeducated” in that sense.  But if I’m basically worthless because I’m “just a blogger”, why would anyone want me to breed anyway?

I don’t begrudge military, government, or contractor spouses who have home based businesses because I see them as being productive.  Blogging is one thing I do to be productive.  I share the blog to share information, but I try not to be a pest about it.  Not everyone enjoys my writing, but at least it’s something to do.  It beats going out and slashing people’s tires, right?  Or hanging out in bars looking to hook up?

I have mostly gotten over the fact that I won’t ever be a mother.  I can even laugh when someone makes a thoughtless comment wondering why I don’t have children– as if having children would make my life more worthwhile or justify my existence.  I have somewhat come to terms with the fact that I won’t have the career I thought I was going to have.  It’s taken me a long time to get to this point.  I won’t lie, either.  Dozens of likes on my blog post about date night restaurants kind of pale in comparison to one person’s thoughtless and rude remark about my lifestyle.

Anyway… that’s why I call myself The Overeducated Housewife.  When I came up with the name, I never expected that would be such an issue for some people, but I guess it is.  Had I known the name of my blogs would cause angst for others, I would have come up with a different name.  On the other hand, I have a feeling that people would complain regardless, even if I had just named my blog “Blog X”.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to pass the wine and bon bons while I shop for Coach bags and watch reality TV…

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In Germany now…

We arrived in Frankfurt at about 8:30am local time.  It’s now 6:00pm.  Bill and I arrived in the Stuttgart area (Mohringen) at about 1:30 or so…  I was intensely irritable, tired, and hungry, even though our flight was pretty decent for a transatlantic on a commercial airline.  It took us awhile to get our bags, though the dogs were waiting for us in baggage claim like last time.  They were locked in their carriers, which were reinforced by zip ties.  Since we didn’t have access to anything sharp at that point, I had to leave them in there while they cried a bit.

I gotta hand it to the dogs.  They were very good at both the Houston and Frankfurt airports.  In fact, they were utterly charming in Houston.  In Frankfurt, they whimpered and whined a little, raising the eyebrows and the concerns of a few passers by.  They were nothing like Flea and MacGregor, though, who accompanied us on our last German tour.  Flea, in particular, was very vocal at the airport.  Come to think of it, MacGregor was good…  he just happened to be accompanying the very loud and obnoxious (yet lovable) Flea.

We had no issues whatsoever going through customs.  We were told we’d have to pay a fee, but when the customs people heard we were from the United States, they told us just to come on through.  Awesome.  Also, we thought we’d have to pay $800 for the dogs, but it turned out we only paid $400, because they went by their weight instead of the size of their carriers.  So things are off to a good start.  Incidentally, I have to hand it to the Houston Airport TSA, for being so good to our pups, and to Lufthansa Airlines, for just being way better than any American carriers I’ve been on.

After securing a car, which wasn’t quite large enough for our luggage and the dog carriers, we took off from the airport, then stopped at the first nasty rest stop off the autobahn.  I let the dogs pee and Bill took apart their carriers, which were eating up a lot of space.  No one at the car rental place bothered to help him set the GPS, so he was trying to fiddle with that.  I got increasingly bitchy as we rolled down the highway because my blood sugar was in the basement and I was struggling to stay awake.  Although Lufthansa’s food wasn’t bad for airline fare, it was still airline fare.  I didn’t eat much of it, so I was hungry.

We are at Hotel Flora, which is a small place in a residential area of Mohringen, the town nearest to Kelley Barracks.  That is where Bill will be working.  Last time, he was in Vaihingen, which is where Patch Barracks is.  I am familiar with Patch and Panzer (everyone is), but Kelley is pretty new to me. I think I only went on there one or two times when we were in Stuttgart.

After we checked into the hotel, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and crashed for about four hours. I was awakened by the sound of a family playing together after Sunday dinner.  I guess that’s preferable to the sound of a hysterical woman screaming into her cell phone, which is what Bill heard when were at the hotel in San Antonio.  It’s hard to believe we’ve only been in Germany for ten hours and we were just in Texas yesterday.

Tomorrow, Bill goes to work for the first time since April.  We also start our housing hunt.  Wish us luck!

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Logistical hell…

So now we’re trying to get everything together for our move.  A lot of it is going to be up to us, which means that it’s going to be a big pain in the ass.  On the other hand, once we’re done with this, we should be logistics experts.  We have to get one set of movers to move a little less than half of our stuff and another set to put our stuff in storage.    Then we have to ship our cars, buy plane tickets, and take care of our dogs.

Once we get to Germany, we have to find a place to live.  I think it might be easier this time than it was last time.  There aren’t as many soldiers looking since most of them have to live on post now.  Also, there’s more of an internet network with people leaving advertising for their landlords so we don’t have to hire a realtor.

I think once we move to Germany, we will be able to stay awhile… probably longer than a couple of years if the desire to stay is strong.  These next weeks will be a challenge and it will be expensive for us  to get settled.  But then we’ll be able to see new places and do new things.  And I’ll be able to offer some guidance to government contractors who are functioning under the reality of government cutbacks.

For now, I’m just wondering why it’s so damned expensive to get a one way ticket to Germany…

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We’re moving.

When we were in Germany last month, I told Bill that I felt like our trip would lead us back to Europe.  We met an American guy who worked in Belgium and gave Bill job hunting tips.  We saw my friend, Audra, and her French boyfriend, and they said they hoped we could come back.  Meanwhile, we couldn’t find anything suitable employment wise for Bill.  The jobs he was most qualified for were all abroad.

Even though the focus has mostly been on Europe the whole time Bill has been looking, I still didn’t want to let myself believe that we’d actually be able to go back to Germany.  I figured it was a pipe dream.

Well, the stars have aligned and Bill was informally offered a job in Stuttgart this morning.  A letter of intent is coming to him within the next 24 hours and if all is acceptable, which I imagine it will be, we will be moving back to Germany within the next few weeks.

I am feeling a mixture of elation and nerves.  I am elated because I know we’re going to a place we love.  Of all the places we’ve lived together, Germany was far and away our favorite, even though living there can be a pain.  We loved the stimulation of living near so many great places.  We liked the food and beer.  We liked the culture.

At the same time, moving back to Germany is liable to be a challenge on many levels, especially since we aren’t going there on military orders.  On the other hand, not going there on military orders is going to simplify things since I won’t have to get an official passport or a medical checkup like I did last time.  I probably could use either of those things, but they won’t be required.

I have also heard that the housing situation isn’t quite as dire as it was a few years ago, since the military is now making people live on the installations instead of the economy.  Fewer people are being sent to Germany on orders now, so there could be less competition for a home.  Last time we were in Germany, we lived in a cheap hotel for six weeks.

I don’t look forward to the long wait for our furniture to arrive, nor do I look forward to trying to find yet another place to rent.  I also don’t look forward to trying to move our dogs.  On the other hand, I know I love Germany.  We also have some things going for us that we didn’t have last time.  For one thing, we know the area and we already have some transformers so our electronics will work.  We even  know of a good place to board our dogs, though we have different ones now.

Anyway… very soon, things will be crazy again.  Hopefully, the transition will be as smooth as possible.  This blog is about to come to life in a big way… because when we live in Europe, we travel a whole lot.

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Reading up…

Since Bill and I don’t have any big vacations planned right now, I’ve been reading a book written by a travel writer.  Having grown up in the 80s, of course I knew him better as an actor.  Andrew McCarthy was adorable in the early 80s, with his sensitive, pensive persona.  Now he writes travel articles for National Geographic.

I think I found out about his book, The Longest Way Home: One Man’s Quest for the Courage to Settle Down, on CNN in 2012.  I’ve had it on my Kindle for ages and just started reading it last week.  He’s a surprisingly good writer, the same way Rob Lowe is.  Actually, I think I like Andrew McCarthy’s writing more.  He seems less Hollywood… plus, he reminds me of one of my best friends.

One thing Andrew McCarthy wrote about that kind of interests me is a cruise down the Amazon on a somewhat new luxury ship.  Or, at least I think that’s the one he was on, based on his description of it.  I don’t remember him expressly identifying it.  It could have been this ship, too…  The book is not so much about Andrew’s travels as it is about how travel has changed him and his life.

I had read about Aqua Expeditions a couple of months ago and it seemed like a once in a lifetime experience that I would love.  Granted, getting to Iquitos is a bit of a challenge, plus you have to worry about things like malaria and mosquitos.  It still looks very interesting, though, and you can do a week or just a few days.  I think I would enjoy seeing howler monkeys and pink dolphins.  I don’t know when we’ll be able to do another amazing trip.  I hope it will be sooner rather than later, but realistically, we have to find Bill a good job and settle somewhere.  And then he needs vacation time, which will take some time to build up.

A year ago, I was sure we would stay in San Antonio.  Now I’m not so sure.  At this point, none of the jobs Bill has applied for are in Texas.  It’s very likely my next hotel stay will be on the way to yet another new city.

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In our new house…

And if you’ve followed The Overeducated Housewife, you probably know how agitated I am.  This move has been one cluster fuck after another.  But I do have some photos and short stories to share, once I get my mind back into writing.  Right now, I’m using a hot spot that offers limited access to the Internet, because no one is available to install the ‘net until next week.

We stayed in a series of hotels and motels while on the road.  All of them were varying degrees of pet friendly, so I’ll have plenty to say about that.  For now, let me just say that I hate moving and I’m grateful that we’re in Texas now.  Hopefully, the next move won’t hurt so much.

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Packers just left…

They’ve been here for about 6.5 hours, packing up all our stuff.  We’re throwing a good load of things away, but still, it’s amazing how much shit we’ve accumulated over the years.  The movers will be here tomorrow– a large crowd of them, actually– to load up everything.  Hopefully, we’ll be done cleaning early on Friday and can, perhaps, start working our way out of here a little early.  That would be nice.  We wouldn’t have to spend so much time on the road each day if we could manage to get out of here Friday instead of Saturday…

Of course, it all depends on how shitty I feel when we’re done with everything.  Last time we moved, I was utterly exhausted once we were done packing and cleaning.  I needed a night of rest before the drive.  But then, that was only six hours from here.  This drive will take days and I imagine it will be nice to take our time a bit if we can.  After all, I have never been to Louisiana.

We’re doing pretty well with things, though…  I think we may be able to swing a slightly early exit.  This, even though Bill’s bosses at Fort Bragg keep making him come in for more out-processing bullshit.  He’s going to be out of the house for most of tomorrow, just as he was today.  That will leave me to deal with the movers.

   

The scene at my house tonight.

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Gotta find a local hotel…

A week from today, our furniture is going bye-bye.  We’ll be in transit, but we have to stay in a local hotel for a couple of nights so we can clean up the house.  I don’t think it’ll take a really long time to get that done, since this house is smaller than the last one was and has no carpets.

Sanford, North Carolina is not the most cosmopolitan place in the world.  Last time we stayed around here, we stayed in Fayetteville, which is pretty far from Sanford.  So I guess I’ll be consulting TripAdvisor to find a suitable place.  And then we will probably stay in a series of La Quintas, since they are famously pet friendly and we will have the dogs with us.

I generally stay with the dogs when we travel with them, so they don’t bother other people or get into trouble.  Last time we moved, it was pretty easy because Atlanta was only about six hours away.  Once we were done cleaning, we went to sleep at a hotel, picked up the dogs, and started driving.  This time, it will take a few days to get where we’re going.  I’ve always wanted to drive across the country, but I’d rather do it in one car and without pets.

It’s a lot more fun to do this kind of trip when it’s really a trip and not a move.

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