Moving out
Since I've moved roughly eight zillion times since I joined the Navy, you would think that I would get used to moving out of places. Well, I have, kind of, but there's still a sense of loss and a little emptiness when you leave a place. I wasn't expecting to feel it here because 1) I don't really live here, it's my girlfriend's place, 2) the place is pretty low rent (in both the literal and figurative senses) and 3) the landlady is a total bee-yotch but despite all of that, here I am still a little sad that it's time to go. Funny how that works, don't you think? Oh well. We head back to DC on Saturday and then it's time to turn around and move right in to my new digs which I'm pretty excited about. Well, gotta sign off now. Errands to run. Ciao!