#Blanket bastion part 2 professional#

Sorry, mother and daddy, I guess I’m never moving back home.įinally, retirement came. My son moved to San Diego, married the wonderful young woman who came with him and eventually I had two additional grandchildren, as well as my husband’s grandchildren. Then, a remarriage complete with stepchildren sealed the deal. Going through that time alone, without the comfort and warmth of loving parents and siblings close by was very hard, but I resisted going home one more time. Then came the divorce and, again, the question, are you moving home now? No, I’m too entrenched in my career, the kids are too entrenched, one in college, the other a senior in high school. We built a house with an ocean view and moved the family to North County.

The Navy guy got his degree from San Diego State University. I began working at the San Diego County Office of Education, from which I retired 33 years later. How can staying here end the guilt of having the only two grandchildren, and not having any good answers to your mother and father that you are staying here because that is what your husband wants. I had staved off my homesickness because I thought we would be moving home.

#Blanket bastion part 2 professional#

At the end of that enlistment and with another child, I found out my husband had no intention of leaving this wonderful place with the ocean, professional sports and, oh my gosh, very little humidity. Loving my home state of Kentucky, I was always sure in my mind that it would be a short three years until I could go home again. Orders from the Navy sent my enlisted husband, myself and our 1-month-old daughter here in 1967. I have had some moments in my life when I thought about leaving San Diego, but fate intervened just in time.