“Lighthouses are not just stone, brick, metal, and glass. There’s a human story at every lighthouse…”
Is it just me or is there something inexplicably charming about old lighthouses? Living in Newport, RI for a brief time cultivated an irrevocable craving in me to know and explore the stories behind the beautiful old archicture in the cities we live, so I was a little giddy when we decided to spend a bright Saturday morning exploring the old lighthouse on the bluffs of Point Loma.
Four years ago, I was a brand new military wife and I had just traded the palm trees and tacos of a small California surf town for the cobblestone streets and clam chowder of an East Coast island town. I may still have been on US soil, but moving to our first duty station as a new Navy spouse, everything felt so strange and different that I might as well have been halfway across the world.
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It was 3 AM and LTJG Husband was at sea again. What was that noise? Was someone in the house? I lay awake for a few anxious minutes before deciding I hadn’t heard anything. My eyes drifted shut, only to bounce back open when another unfamiliar noise drifted in the window. It’s just someone walking by. Everything is okay.
Most military wives will- at some point- spend time living outside their military community. Whether its crashing with family during a deployment, staying in your home state while hubby does an independent assignment, or simply choosing to live farther from base in order to buy a home, many of us have had a taste of what life is like as a military wife outside of our military support system.
Drinkable warm sunshine, playful breezes, tiny unique shops all in a row. A little 1940’s house surrounded by citrus trees and windows with white trim. Brownies waiting on the porch on move-in day, gifts of tangy lemons and sweet, juicy oranges from neighboring trees. The sound of taps at sunset; glittering seas in every direction. This is the little world I’ve been lost in for the last month or so, our new chapter for the next three years: life on Coronado island.