I grew up in a military family, so I know what you mean Cyn. The nice thing is that I got to see the world at a young age. Before I was 15, I had already lived on the west coast, on the east coast, in the south, in Hawaii, and in Italy. The tough thing was not establishing roots anywhere and having to make new friends every time we moved. Extended family often visited us since it was a good excuse to go to someplace new while keeping in touch. My daughter Evelyn is married to a USAF pilot, and they are stationed in Okinawa along with my three grandkids. I haven't seen them in two years, and I really miss them, but I understand and can relate to the situation.
As for my wife, she was born and raised in north-central Louisiana in the town of Natchitoches (pronounced Nack'-eh-tish). That town's claim to fame is that it's the oldest contiguous community in the Louisiana Purchase Territory - 1714, one year older than New Orleans. It seems that everyone originally from Natchitoches, my wife included, knows who is kin to whom. It's totally opposite of how I grew up, but I've always been impressed with the strong family/community ties and how she seems to know everybody. My grandmother on my dad's side was that way too; she was from a small town in Missouri and had that same knowledge of family and community. It seems to be a Southern thing. She's also the one who introduced me to chickens, livestock, and vegetable gardening. My grandparent raised and grew just about everything they ate.
Oh well, it's such a beautiful day, and I have some outdoors projects to work on, so I better get to them - no excuse to let this day get away. Have a great day!