It’s interesting to me to see how people prejudge what they don’t know. As we trudged through San Juan airport with 10 bags, we got looks ranging from disgust, curiosity, and even annoyance. All these people saw was a family with too many bags. I fully admit we were a sight to see. I would’ve captured a photo of us in all our heavy baggage glory, however after one of the car seats fell on my head while I was tagging it, I decided I just wanted to be done.
I wanted to turn to everyone in line behind us huffing and puffing to themselves because we were taking too long, that I was sorry. I wanted to let my tears stream down and say “Please bear with us everything that’s valuable in our lives are in these bags. We are on a military move and we need to survive off of all of this for 2 months.” I wanted to explain the flood of emotions that we had bottled up inside. We left a life, a great life. We left friends that became family. We were leaving a piece of ourselves in Puerto Rico, just like we did in San Francisco and Virginia.
This the first move that we are returning to a place we previously lived. Juneau Alaska was our very first station as a military family and now it may very well be our last. We will make Juneau our new home and enjoy every precious moments of it. We will never forget the experiences we’ve had and amazing people we’ve met which have helped shaped us all.
So next time you see a family trudging through the airport with too many bags take heed. For that poor family may be one kind word from a breakdown. Hug everyone a little tighter and closer we are all in this together.