Tonight, I'm sitting in the lounge on my base, fucking around on Facebook and Youtube and keeping a close eye on the time, as I have to muster in an hour for duty/watch. I'm wearing my uniform (on duty, you wear the blue cami's or digi's) and combat boots. My cover is patiently awaiting my return to the freezing cold.
This is all well and good and I'm a happy new sailor. Except for the fact that it's Friday night, and all the friends I just made are at a toga party in Norfolk that I can't go to; I haven't earned the liberty to stay out past ten, leave base out of uniform or drink alcohol. All of those things change in 2 weeks....but in the meantime, I have to learn to stay home when everyone else is partying. This is a new concept to me.
I'm still learning to let go of my past and say hello to the present and future. It's strange trying to figure out exactly what that entails. Obviously, some things from my life pre-military will always be around; some good friends, my family...but a lot of things are gone for good....
It's all improvement. This life certainly isn't for everyone, and it's ironic that it works for me, as a stubbornly independent person...but maybe that's why I waited until 25 to do it.
I have so much to say but so little time. Once my laptop arrives from Utah I shall elaborate far past this synopsis. In the meantime, my watch is rapidly approaching. And I need a Dr. Pepper.....
This is all well and good and I'm a happy new sailor. Except for the fact that it's Friday night, and all the friends I just made are at a toga party in Norfolk that I can't go to; I haven't earned the liberty to stay out past ten, leave base out of uniform or drink alcohol. All of those things change in 2 weeks....but in the meantime, I have to learn to stay home when everyone else is partying. This is a new concept to me.
I'm still learning to let go of my past and say hello to the present and future. It's strange trying to figure out exactly what that entails. Obviously, some things from my life pre-military will always be around; some good friends, my family...but a lot of things are gone for good....
It's all improvement. This life certainly isn't for everyone, and it's ironic that it works for me, as a stubbornly independent person...but maybe that's why I waited until 25 to do it.
I have so much to say but so little time. Once my laptop arrives from Utah I shall elaborate far past this synopsis. In the meantime, my watch is rapidly approaching. And I need a Dr. Pepper.....
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Between school, duty and trying to escape base on the weekend, I have little time to contribute much to my online scrapbook, but I'm going to make a desperate attempt to chip away at it; slowly but surely, as the week's go by....either for myself or whomever may stumble upon this page.
Today was Saturday, the last Saturday I will have in uniform, unless my duty section day falls on it. Last night I went to the mall AGAIN- I HATED the mall before I joined the Navy. It's expensive and I have never had luck with clothes. I usually only enjoy the food court, which is still the case. I have to start my whole wardrobe all over...Doing this is easier said than done. I don't like clothes. I am a scrounge. I want to lie around in yoga pants, go out in jeans and flip-flops and I make no attempt to match...Now that I'm a big girl, and I have Navy values to uphold, it might be a good idea to acquire a wardrobe that looks sophisticated and classy; being that flip-flops and tank tops are prohibited. I walk around the mall aimlessly with a buddy and a Starbucks and continue to find NOTHING because I'm a cheap bastard and Gap sucks.
Also, I just blew $800 to go home for New Years and see my family, friends, dog and get another tattoo...so money's tight, despite the lack of rent payment. I'm excited to go home and I don't feel like anything has changed; I've lived away from Utah for many years so my friends and family have always been available at my appearance; nothing more, nothing less. I wish I could go home to AZ and see all my drunk college friends...I would love to pick up where I left off on Mill Ave with the boys, or cycling down the canal, or live metal shows. But, I realized that I'm getting old and my priorities are shifting; if I have to CHOOSE between partying with friends in Arizona for 4 days or seeing my family, I will always choose my family....awww, I'm growing up.
I start training on Monday which is bittersweet, but mostly sweet. I like to lear, despite the long hours. I'm looking forward to having a "purpose"...I'm not sure why that's always been so important to me, but it only gets worse as I get older. Tomorrow is designated for laundry and phone calls; gotta catch up with my mom, dad, step-dad, sister, cousin and a couple friends. Brace yourself, phone battery.
On Thursday, I'm car pooling with a friend from base to Maryland, then we're going separate ways. I'm spending Thanksgiving weekend with my aunt and uncle...I'm stoked to have family so close to base.
So here's a pic of me on the smoke deck, in my digis....
They chopped my hair...I miss it terribly. I'm impatiently waiting for it to grow back.
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