My dad was stationed at a base just outside of the cutest little German town you’ve ever seen.
We lived there for three years on the bottom floor of an apartment complex with a great little backyard. One of my earliest memories is standing at our sliding glass door to the backyard, staring out at snow that was way over my head. We made some lifelong friends over there, two families in particular. An older German couple adopted our family and another military family who also had two girls about our ages. They became like grandparents to all of us.
Herbert passed away last year, but Maria still lives in their beautiful little German home with the garden and bee hives in the back yard. Now while in Germany, our family traveled all over the place. I have no memory at all of our travels, so I grew up with this curiosity to revisit all of the places we went. But more on that later. After three years of European life, my dad received orders again to transfer. Little did I know that we would be moving to the place that I would forever call home. We were going back to the States and moving to a place flowing with sweet tea and peaches. We were on our way to South Georgia!