Military Home Analysis

When growing up with a parent in the military, home has a different meaning. To me, home was considered a temporary place to stay for a few months. Home could be a rundown apartment for one month and government housing the next. Living on base meant that my home was subject to, although a rare occurrence, random searches. A home on base meant strict regulations. Growing up, home was a community, not just a building. The many homes I lived in were places where I was introduced to a completely different way of living; I had much different home than those of my peers with parents not in the military.
With my father being in the army and growing up an Army brat, the Army lifestyle provided me with new and exciting experiences; however, I consider it to be a setback in my educational and social development. I was presented with numerous challenges, a lot of which I didn’t expect the day I found out my dad was going into the Army. I was quickly introduced after my moving to the first base, Fort Hood, to the

I had difficulty catching up with my classes and socializing with my classmates. As soon as I started to adapt, making new friends and understanding the curriculum, my family and I were switched to a new state. This pattern was at first draining, but eventually, I began to accept it and embrace it. I don’t think many kids I go to school can say that they’ve lived in over 2 states, let alone 6. It took time, but I changed my frame of mind. Instead of being nervous, I was eager to start school and meet new teachers. I viewed every move, not as a ___, but as a new journey. I knew that with every move, came along with new faces, new stories, new knowledge. I came to realize that with every change and every move I was growing my social skills, my frame of mind, my morals and values, my education, and most of all, my knowledge. I considered myself a modern-day nomad, with a thriving sense to explore and