I'm not a member of the FS community. I'm a want-to-be. I am a spouse of a person who wants to be in the FS. That makes me, well, nothing, I guess. No letters for that. Not EFM, not MOH, nothing.
For a while I read people's blogs to find out what this whole FS thing was all about. Because honestly, when my husband first said he was interested in taking the FSOT, I was like this..."Um, Ha! That's funny. What? Listen, start the laughing... now."
So, anyway, I lurked and read and read between lines. I tried to guess if people sounded happy or not. If people liked their lives. If people had messed-up sounding kids. I mean what else did I have to go on? We bought the Realities of FS Life books. But I wanted real, current info. Blogs fit that. But I never commented on anybody's blog. Because I was really just a nobody. Even though I started my own little blog, I kept my comments to myself.
But then I got a little brave. And I commented on a blog. Then another. And a few people commented back. There was one blog where I commented on a cute cat. A blog that had, um, about 20 close-up pictures of the cutest Maine Coon cat. And that one blog was just so honest and so purely happy. And it was A Daring Adventure. And holy cow... she wrote me back. And her comments went out to many people. And she started to connect these random blogs and make jokes and poke fun and draw us all in. And all of a sudden, I wasn't a nobody. I wasn't just some crazy person alone in the universe struggling to figure out what the heck was happening to my life with this whole Foreign Service Nutball Job Thingy. I was (and am) included. And encouraged. And laughed with. (And maybe at.) But I am part of the community.
So, thank you, Kolbi. I'm glad you are back. I'm thankful for what you've done. Whether you know it or not.