Where in the world will the Bal's be living?

Looks like now it's Salt Lake City!!



For those of you have been in on this saga, you can just ignore this post. It will just be a very short abbreviation of the long drawn out story that it really was.

Here's how the most recent installment played out.



Location: Bal Residence

I arrive home from work. Jason is already there.

Jason: "I have something to tell you."

Me: "Ok, what is it?"

Jason: "I don't know how to tell you this."

Me: "What is it, your pregnant?"

Jason: "No, that would be much easier to tell you. My orders got deferred again."

Me: *jaw drop and glaring stare* "What!!?? To where?"

Jason: "Hill AFB in Utah."

Me: "Your joking, right? They didn't really change your orders AGAIN. Utah!! What's in Utah!!"

Alrighty, you got the basics of it. Jason has assured me several times since then, that no one is joking. Yep, it looks like now we are moving to UTAH.

Well, this week anyway. I'm not holding my breathe at this point.

First, (back in May) it was South Dakota. We were all hyped up about moving to South Dakota. We were going to do lots of exploring, see Crazy Horse and Mt. Rushmore, and go to the Badlands. I had already checked out the photographers in the area, and did a Google streat view of downtown just to check things out. There was a mountain nearby called Brennan Hill, we were going to go to the rodeo, and the state fair is huge! We bought Brennan some cowboy boots. I was going to buy some boots of my own! We were ready to be out west and become South Dakotans. Yeah!!!

Then, while Jason was in the hospital back in June he got a phone call. "Your orders to SD have been rescinded, and now you're going to Cape Cod."

What!! No way!! Cape Cod??? Home of the Kennedy's and land of Democrats!!! At first I was pretty darn upset. We already had big plans and were ready to transition into our new western lifestyle, now we're going to New England??? What a huge difference! Blah!

After a few days, I adapted to this new idea, and again started my research of the area. Aside from the cost of living, the area looked pretty awesome. We were going to go see the Red Sox and the Celtics play, we were going to Plymouth for Thanksgiving, going to check out the cranberry bogs, and get fresh produce from the Farmer's Market. There was tons to do within a short driving distance, and we were ready for lots of weekend trips. Jason had talked to someone from his new squadron, and was confident that he would like his new job. We were still going to be close to the ocean!

Then...a month later we had the above conversation. And no, still not kidding. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with Utah, it's just never a place I'd visualized us living.



*sigh* I'm sure it will be fine.



And no, for the inquiring minds wanting to know, Brennan will not be growing up to be a Mormon, and Jason will not be getting any more wives.



I am resisting looking up too much information about the area. I don't want to get too attached. Though, we will be close enough to visit the Redwoods, and I've never been to the Pacific Ocean. I think I might have to learn how to ski! And remember that show from a few years ago, Everwood? It was filmed in Ogden, the town right outside of the base. (OK, I said I wasn't going to look up too much information, not that I wasn't going to look at all.) It is also a 30 hour drive to Mom and Dad's. I don't think anyone will be driving that distance. Anybody got any frequent flyer miles they can spare?



It could be much worse. Of course, I'm not going to name the places that could be worse, because I don't want to insult anyone's town. So I'll just leave it at that. I'm optimistic about the whole deal (today). So is the life of a military family.