Goodbye, US Air Force!

And this is it...

We moved to our hotel on base on July 27th (sounds familiar? same date as when we moved to the hotel on base in Misawa, and Alex's birthday). 

The next morning we came to say good bye to the house and give the keys back. 

This is our Brampton house. Three years of living here was the greatest blessing we could have asked for in England. It was the best decision we had made back in 2013, early spring, when we were debating whether we should move and if it's worth the hassle especially after our new double glazed windows had been installed. But it all worked out! We have been so blessed to have a neighborhood where children played and spent time together safely, and a neighborhood where grown ups hung out outside and had parties together. We are forever grateful for the friendships we have made here, especially for the Russells, the Woods, the Irvines, the Driggers, the Mays, the Shropshires, and the Ross'. 

The kids had a chance to go see their rooms one last time.

Mark in his tiny room where only a single bed, a dresser and a bookshelf could fit. 

Katya in her beautiful room that used to be painted really bright blue and then she had to repaint it back to something that resembled white before we moved out. The painter for the base was this nice British guy who said to not worry about the blue seeping through and cracking white overcoat, that he would take care of it. It was a huge relief as we were worried we'd have to repaint and repaint that wall (and our living room/hallway walls) till you can't see through at all. 

And Alex's huge room with two big windows. So many memories from here...

The last time Robert wore his uniform, while out processing and running errands on base. We were already living at the TLF. How can I not miss that?

And here is my handsome Major Watson one last time in front of the dental clinic on base. This is bitter sweet. 

After dinner on July 29th we walked over to the front of our RAF Alconbury gate to say more good byes to the Air Force. 

And that's it. 

Can you feel the sad undertones? Should I be excited and feel liberated?:) I am reminiscing our eight years in the Air Force--from the newly baked captain to major. The time has flown by so fast and the good thing is that our memory chooses to focus on only the best of those last eight years. 

Good Bye RAF Alconbury!