The combined letters PCS had no meaning to me until this time last year. At the time I viewed those three letters as the only thing between me and C being in the same time zone. Now I’m experiencing a civilian version of a PCS. Sadly, C and I are still in a commuter marriage. We’ve managed to close the gap by six hours but we are still living”together apart”. So until I find a permanent home, I am staying in the non-military version of Temporary Lodging Facility (TLF) — a college dorm/apartment.
C’s PCS in December was pretty smooth. I assumed we’d live in a hotel, but he secured pet-friendly lodging on base while we finished closing on the house and moving in. I had never been in TLF before and neither of us were sure what to expect. Perhaps his current base is especially nice, but I was very impressed. We had a two bedroom fully furnished (including kennels and dog bowls), nicely decorated townhouse. Honestly, I could have lived there full-time, especially compared to the dorm I have now.
I suppose my civilian TLF isn’t that bad. It is an on-campus apartment with multiple bedrooms. There is plenty of parking. My office is within walking distance and best of all it is free! But it is spartan — no kitchen supplies or laundry facilities.For now I’m happy. C, the kids, and the pets get here on Saturday. Plus, I’ll be working. A lot. As in, I’ve already been to the office and I officially start tomorrow. I’ll figure out a laundry plan later…
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