There are few things in life — aside from death and taxes — that you can depend on, and change is one of those things.

If you asked me 10 years ago where I saw myself, right where I am now would not have even crossed my mind.

I was born and raised in Connecticut and my fate was sealed when I met my now-husband my sophomore year in college. After graduating and landing my first big-girl job in the journalism field, he asked me to marry him and follow him across a country and ocean to start our lives in Hawaii.

I did the only logical thing I could think of and said Y-E-S! Come on, who wouldn’t want to live in a tropical paradise thousands of miles away from their new mother-in-law?

It was a no-brainer, really.

Military wife life was also never on my radar. I wanted to paint the world red, investigate shady operations and be a working woman, but I quickly learned that being married to the military would change all that.

My career would have to take a back seat, a pill that was very hard to swallow.

I had to learn how to adapt and how to be resilient, all while holding on to things that I valued, and for me, that was working in this business.

When we got to Hawaii, I applied for every job under the sun, but I would quickly learn that being a blonde “mainlander” who was military connected would make my job search that much harder.

Sitting around in an empty house with no method of transportation (read: it takes a really long time for the military to ship your stuff overseas), I was going stir crazy. I needed to go back to work.

I decided to take a course in substitute teaching and quickly found myself a long-term sub gig teaching, and I actually liked it. I liked it so much I decided to invest in a master’s degree in secondary education.

I figured teaching was a pretty solid portable career and it would behoove me to make the jump from journalist to educator.

Two semesters into my graduate program, I got the call I was waiting almost an entire year for: to be the contract news editor for the Hawaii Army Weekly. Not being known to quit anything, I earned my degree while working full time.

I. Loved. It.

I had one foot in my world and one foot in my husband’s world. Not to mention, now I could finally understand my husband because I had cracked the Army acronym code.

The last two years in paradise went by fast and before I knew what hit me, I was on a plane to Fort Leonard Wood, Mo. — a stark contrast to the lush landscape and lifestyle I was growing so used to.

Lucky for me the stint was a short one, and six months later (if you are keeping track, that’s two moves in one year) we were en route to Fort Hood in January.

After being out of the business for more than a year and spending way too much time talking to my dogs coupled with knowing that we would be here for a substantial period of time, my husband decided it was time for me to go back to work.

I agreed that my year’s vacation was over and it was time for me to be a contributing member of society again, much to the chagrin of my two dogs: Oakley, a 3-year-old Yorkshire terrier and the love of my life; and Koa, a 1-year-old Rhodesian ridgeback; he’s growing on me.

I’m still finding my footing in this new capacity but I look forward to all the things this new venture has in store for me.

Contact Vanessa Lynch at or 254-501-7567.

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