PCS: Permanent Change of Senses
PCS season is upon us. For military folk, we know this as Permanent Change (of) Station...basically a move. The irony, there is nothing permanent about it. The only permanency is that it’s sure to happen again (and again, and again,...). Yes, my HHG (household goods) and UAB (unaccompanied baggage) will be packed up and moved from OCONUS (outside the continental US) to CONUS (USA). There are no acronyms in the world to describe the REAL PCS that occurs. The permanence of what goes on outside the walls of my military issued house. Out of the boxes and crumpled paper, the ugly and raw part of the move that really is permanent. The real PCS...the Permanent Change of senses. Even before the packers show up with boxes to whisk away our entire lot of earthly belongings, my heart, my sense of being, is undergoing a move of its own. Every. Single. Year. See, even when I’m not moving...someone is. There is ALWAYS someo...