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The Career That Didn’t Survive the Move (And Why It Wasn’t a Failure)

Written By Kristi Stolzenberg

Twenty years ago, if someone had told me I’d make a living as a writer and editor — from home — I would’ve given them major side-eye. Blogging wasn’t really a thing yet, let alone a viable job option, and remote work was rare.

So, I opted for a practical route: an English degree, a Texas teaching certificate and a job teaching eighth-grade language arts near Houston. I took the first job I was offered outside my small hometown. I loved my students, but by the end of that first school year, I let my principal know that I wouldn’t be returning. I’d met a handsome flight student stationed in my hometown while I was visiting over Thanksgiving break. I was following him back home and taking a job at my old junior high, teaching seventh-graders.

The Move

He earned his wings in July; school started in August; by mid-September we had a date with the justice of the peace, followed quickly by my first PCS. That first one had quite a learning curve. When we finally arrived in North Carolina, I learned two things: movers and I have a very different definition of packing, and getting a teaching job was going to be a lot easier with a North Carolina teaching certificate.

I passed the exam, applied to all the school districts within reach and accepted a fifth-grade position almost immediately. Smugly wondering what all the fuss over military spouse employment was all about (this was a piece of cake), I enjoyed my summer and prepared to start my new job at the end of July.

The Catch

I know now, obviously, that that fuss was (and still is) warranted. By the end of June, I was growing concerned that I hadn’t heard anything about a start date … or signed anything.

Emails and calls went unanswered, and by the time I heard back in early August, the news wasn’t good: a hiring freeze had eliminated my position. The start of the school year was just days away, and I was unemployed.

I vividly remember sitting at my computer on the first day of school and hearing the school bus stop at the end of our street. This was the first time since I was in kindergarten that I wasn’t going back to school. It felt wrong. I was lost and bored without a job to pour my energy into.

And more than anything, I felt defeated — angry that I’d wasted a summer because I blissfully assumed I had a job lined up, frustrated at myself for assuming, and embarrassed that the ink was barely dry on my degree and two teaching certificates, but I was spending my days online shopping, planting things in the yard that were sadly not long for this world in my care and doing at-home workouts while our dog napped.

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The Pivot

I needed direction. That much was clear. I started blogging about military spouse life — which wasn’t winning any literary recognition, but it was something.

Months later, at the urging of a good friend, I found myself sitting across the table from the local newspaper editor. I pitched an idea of a weekly column about the ins and outs of life as a new Marine Corps spouse. To my utter shock, he agreed to a trial run, which led to a regular column. It paid nothing, but I told myself the experience was priceless — at least I wouldn’t have that dreaded resume gap.

I eventually syndicated the column with neighboring papers. My efforts earned me $15 per week. It wasn’t enough for a tank of gas, but being able to say I was a paid newspaper columnist lit me up in a way I hadn’t felt since I stopped teaching.

And it opened doors — doors I never would’ve walked by on my teaching career path. One kind column reader suggested I apply for an opening where her daughter worked — which turned out to be the opportunity that brought me to the Blog Brigade (so many) years ago.

Calling a Loss a Win

I never used that North Carolina teaching certificate. My Texas certificate eventually lapsed, and I slowly gave away all my gently used classroom supplies. After that “lost” job, I took a chance on a career and on myself. Luckily, I’ve worked for some wonderful people who also were willing to take a chance on me.

The reward was a flexible, creative and portable career that has pushed my skills, subject knowledge and, ultimately, my potential. I’m not the girl choosing the safe, practical route anymore, and I’m thankful I was lucky enough to try on a few career hats before finding the perfect fit.

The rise in remote work and expanding license reciprocity have both improved the landscape for us, but military spouse employment still has its challenges. The uncertainty you feel at PCS time is real, but so are the opportunities.

What initially felt like a professional failure turned out to be a pivot. Sometimes the job that isn’t working out is just clearing the way for something even better.

Blog Brigade unites military spouses by creating a community built on shared experiences and mutual support. Navigating the complexities of military life can be challenging, but you don’t have to do it alone. Military OneSource offers valuable resources focused on well-being, readiness and connection. Explore a range of education and employment resources and tools tailored to your needs.

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Thriving and Settling After a PCS

Written By Lizann Lightfoot

June marks the heart of peak PCS season. Moving trucks roll through neighborhoods, kids are out of school, and families scramble to unpack while trying to make the new place feel like home before the full heat of summer hits. The boxes, the chaos and that overwhelming “Where do I even start?” feeling are relatable. After seven moves during my husband’s two-decade Marine career, I know how exhausting it can be to relocate your life and try to feel any type of “settled” in the days after a move. I’ve also learned that small, intentional steps can turn the overwhelm into a fresh chapter. You don’t have to do everything at once. Focus on what you can control right now, and you’ll arrive at your new base ready for whatever comes next.

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Start with quick family routines to bring back a sense of normal. The first few days in a new home can feel upside down, so pick three simple anchors for your day. Maybe it’s the same breakfast routine, a short evening walk around the block, or 10 minutes of reading together before bed. These tiny habits help everyone (especially the kids) feel steady again. During one move, I made sure we ate dinner at the table every night, even if it was on paper plates. It wasn’t fancy, but it gave us a moment to talk about our day, connect as a family, and feel like we were home. Micro-routines like this travel with you whether you’re camping out with no furniture, sleeping in a hotel or moving into the new place.

Next, find a few local spots you can call your own. Once the basics are unpacked, get out and explore. Drive to the closest base playground, find the nearest ice cream spot, or visit the library to explore summer reading programs and community activities. Pick one or two “our places” early, like a favorite park or coffee shop, and visit them often. This helps shift your mindset from “new and strange” to “this is ours.” With kids out of school, these low-key adventures keep everyone busy without adding extra cost or stress. In my experience, having even one familiar spot makes the whole base feel less foreign within the first couple of weeks.

Connecting with other local military spouses is one of the fastest ways to feel less alone. Start with your service member’s unit to see if there are any official communication sites, apps or groups for unit spouses. Stop by the base Family Center (they have different titles depending on the military branch) or search for spouse social media groups for your new installation. Yes, many of these groups are full of drama. But they can also be a great resource for answering your questions, like “Which school system can the military kids enroll in here?” or “Where is a good local dentist who accepts the military insurance?” Always search the groups for previous answers before posting your own because these common questions have probably been answered numerous times already. Many bases offer newcomer orientations or coffee meetups. Go to one, even if you only stay for 30 minutes. Ask for a sponsor if you haven’t been assigned one yet. They can answer questions and introduce you around.

Military OneSource offers excellent relocation tools to make settling easier. Use the free Plan My Move tool on their website to create a customized checklist and calendar. Call 800-342-9647 or chat online for Spouse Relocation and Transition Consultations. They can help with everything from housing questions to child care options. These resources take some of the guesswork out of the process so you can focus on your family.

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After a PCS move, give yourself grace. Some days you’ll unpack many boxes and feel like a rock star. Other days you might only manage to find one thing – and that’s OK. After seven moves, I realized the house doesn’t need to be perfect before you start living in it. Prioritize the kitchen and kids’ bedrooms first if that helps everyone sleep better. Then tackle one room at a time. Celebrate small wins, like finally hanging curtains or finding the grocery store without GPS. These moments build confidence and turn the new place into home.

June’s PCS chaos won’t last forever. By creating quick routines, claiming local spots, connecting with other spouses, and using the tools available through Military OneSource, you’re taking control of what you can. Each small step adds up. Before long, the new base will feel familiar, and you’ll look back and see how far you’ve come.

You’ve done hard things before. You can do this too. Take a deep breath, pick one thing to tackle today, and watch your family settle in, one intentional moment at a time.

Blog Brigade unites military spouses by creating a community built on shared experiences and mutual support. Navigating the complexities of military life can be challenging, but you don’t have to do it alone. Military OneSource offers valuable resources focused on well-being, readiness, and connection. Explore a range of PCS resources and tools tailored to your needs.

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Service Among Spouses

Written By Lauren Hagee Glintz

The most challenging 12 months of my life began in the summer of 2024, the final year at our duty station in Yuma, Arizona. I was newly pregnant after a traumatic loss just a few months before, leaving me anxious and sick. My full-time, high-intensity job didn’t make things any easier. When I wasn’t at work, my 3-year-old, the chaotic joy that he is, demanded all my attention and what little energy I had.

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One day, I noticed our wood floors were buckling. Within a week, a massive HVAC leak was discovered. The floors were ripped up, a wall was torn down, and our house was fumigated. Then began the conflict-riddled renovation. We moved into a hotel room just in time for the fall Marine Corps Weapons and Tactics Instructor course to begin. For two months, my instructor husband belonged completely to WTI, coming home only to sleep. I was on my own to deal with it all.

In stepped Katy.

Katy was married to another WTI instructor, and our sons were in the same base day care class. We were friendly; our families spent an RV Thanksgiving together, but we were still getting to know each other. I confided in her what was going on. What happened next felt organic, but in hindsight, it’s clear Katy came to my rescue.

She asked if she could pick up my son around 3 p.m., two hours earlier than I could leave work, so the boys could play at the neighborhood playground.

When I finally arrived, Katy suggested we hang out for a bit. Then she said I should stay for dinner since our husbands weren’t around anyway. Before I knew it, she was handing me a container of chicken soup to take back with me.

When I tried to thank her and apologize for not being able to reciprocate, since my house was in shambles, she waved me off. She explained that when she had two tiny kids, other military spouses helped her.

We started doing this multiple times a week. I’d show up at Katy’s house to find her and the kids at the playground or building a fort in her living room. I’d unload the dishwasher (her least favorite chore) while she made dinner, chatting away to the soundtrack of our kids’ laughter.

One day, she decided to make tacos for all the WTI moms who usually came to the playground. I helped her carry a crockpot of taco meat, bags of chips and all the fixings to the picnic table. She saved a whole group of us from facing dinner and cleanup on our own. When spring WTI rolled around with me big and pregnant and developing shingles (my daughter was born the day after WTI graduation — talk about timing), Katy again brought me into her home. Throughout a hard year, she provided a daily bright spot.

At the time I befriended Katy, I’d only been in the military spouse community for four years. Between the pandemic and our assignment in Yuma to a nontraditional, nonoperational squadron, I’d only met a handful of military spouses, so I was still very much learning what it even meant to be a military spouse. I certainly knew about military service, but Katy showed me military spouse service. Manning the homefront isn’t just getting your family through hard times, it’s helping others as well.

Now at our new duty station, I’ve found that Katy, while remarkably selfless, is not actually a unicorn. Military spouses quietly serve each other every day. When my husband was unexpectedly gone for several weeks after Christmas, a new military spouse friend volunteered to sit with my baby so I could take an hour for myself. I see another friend, the commanding officer’s wife, provide the first meal train meal for every new baby under her husband’s command.

I still feel in the trenches of early motherhood and likely receive more service than I can give, but I’ve learned to watch where I can step in — to pick up a friend’s child from pre-K or host a chili night while our husbands travel. The service may look simple to outsiders, but for military spouses, we know the effect is immeasurable.

Blog Brigade unites military spouses by creating a community built on shared experiences and mutual support. Navigating the complexities of military life can be challenging, but you don’t have to do it alone. Military OneSource offers valuable resources focused on well-being, readiness and connection. Explore a range of resources and tools tailored to your needs.

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