I was a military brat.
My mom and us kids followed my dad to every military base they assigned him to.
By the time I was 14, I had been to countries that most people never even dream of. I attended 15 different high schools before graduation. Was much younger, I enjoyed traveling all over, but when I got older, I wanted friends. I wanted stability, and I wanted to have a home of my own. After graduation from high school, I went back to the states and went to HVAC technical school. My dad thought I should join the military, but this is my life and not his. The only real lesson I learned from my dad, which I wish I hadn’t, was that women always flocked to men in uniform. I thought my HVAC uniform was going to have girls flocking to me, but I was wrong. Very few people took a second look at the HVAC technician that came to their home. I could spend hours working on their air conditioning, furnace, ventilation system, or even other ductless HVAC, and most people just went bias if I wasn’t even there. The only time I really got to talk to a homeowner was when I was showing them the bill and telling them what was wrong with her HVAC. Wearing an HVAC uniform wasn’t as glamorous or girl catching as I thought it would be. HVAC was the stability I was looking for, and 10 years later, I owned a house and found my wife when not in uniform.