I spent the first 21 years of my life wearing the title of “military brat” proudly. Fast forward a few years, and I’ve traded in that title for a new one – “military spouse.” When I was a child, I moved 12 times. This meant a dozen new addresses to memorize, a dozen new sets of friends while learning my way around a new school and setting up a dozen different bedrooms, all before I even went to college.

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