The packing began again.
I knew what that meant; new house, new town, new school.
It hadn’t been a problem when I was younger but now things weren’t as easy.
Making friends became harder and harder.
Being the new kid, the stranger in a class that had been together since primary was like being a cat in a room full of dogs.
Still, I loved my dad and this was the life he chose, the army was all he knew.
When I’m older I think I’ll do the same.
He says in the army you make friends for life.
Originally written in response to Carrot Ranch 99 word challenge with the theme of Migrate.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a migration story. It can imagine the dusty or arctic trails of the frontiers past or look to the travel across the galaxy. What issue about modern migration bans might influence an artistic expression in a flash? Migrate where the prompt leads you.
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When I was a kid, I was jealous of the Army brats I knew. Older and wiser, I think, “Not so much.” It’s a whole different life, for sure!
My husband has been out of the Army 30 years, yet he still has that urge to deploy himself. His Army friends are like a constant for him, even now. I enjoyed your take on migration. Thanks for joining us at Carrot Ranch!
Thank you very much for the kind comment, Charli – I really enjoyed the challenge. Yes, I have quite a few army friends and they always speak highly of the camaraderie. KL ❤