I missed this milestone last week. We've been in our house here in VA for a year now. As I alluded last week, we moved in just before Christmas, signing papers on our new home two days before Christmas, 2013. I have officially been a Virginian for a year.
One year of freedom.
I still miss the friends and family left behind in MA. While I can't stand the state, I miss my small town and everyone I knew up there. I keep in touch with folks regularly - one of the great things of living in the future - and I keep tabs on my small town through Facebook and the grapevine. Lots of changes, some good, some not so good.
So, what has changed? Well, mindset, for one. I've discussed owning firearms with parents of my kids' friends without them recoiling in horror (I guess that once they hear who I work for, it comes with the territory). No canceled play dates when they hear that TheBoy's dad owns guns. That's a new treat. No one has thanked me for not causing "gun incidents" anywhere.
And the funny part? Now that I'm away from the "Approved Firearms Roster" and can buy any handgun my heart desires (and my wallet can afford), I've bought exactly two (and both were replacements for guns I sold before leaving MA). I have built three rifles - all of which have bayonet lugs and flash hiders, of course - and acquired at least one 50-round drum mag and a 33-round Glock mag. Because freedom.
We've also done things like explore the Civil War battlegrounds, gone to several minor league baseball games, seen Colonial Williamsburg, found the "Tank Farm" and made a pilgrimage to Busch Gardens. Next summer TheBoy and I are planning on some hardcore tent camping and mountain biking, with exploration of the Blue Ridge Mountain, Appalachian trail and other local areas on the docket.
I'm liking this whole freedom business...
That is all.