Last day as a civilian
The day after tomorrow is my ship date. Going to head out for MEPS tomorrow.
I'm still nervous as hell but I figure that's natural.
My room is still cluttered with my personal effects, which was not the way I intended to leave it. I'm still procrastinating getting my duffel bag completely packed. I just figured that goofing off and hanging with my brother was the better way to spend my last days here, seeing as how I won't be able to do it again.
It's kind of a fucked up realization that I'll never live with my brother again. Or spend much more time with any of our pets before they die. I'm sure there are other things like that I'll come to understand, but I don't want these thoughts weighing on me while I'm there. I always figured myself to be so independent that homesickness wouldn't bother me. That has yet to be determined.
I've got most of the items I'm allowed to bring with me packed, but there's one addition I was hoping to make. I'm allowed to pack stationary and shit for the purpose of writing letters, but I wonder if I can't sneak in a discreetly small blank notebook. I really really doubt that I'll get a chance to journal often, but I'd like the opportunity to do so if given the chance.
Man, this is such a surreal feeling. Going into the unknown. I almost feel cheesy enough to play "Come Sail Away" (Fuck it. I'm doing it). But if there's one thing I can say with certainty is that my life is going to be better when this is over.
Two months. Hell, right now it feels like five years.
I'm still nervous as hell but I figure that's natural.
My room is still cluttered with my personal effects, which was not the way I intended to leave it. I'm still procrastinating getting my duffel bag completely packed. I just figured that goofing off and hanging with my brother was the better way to spend my last days here, seeing as how I won't be able to do it again.
It's kind of a fucked up realization that I'll never live with my brother again. Or spend much more time with any of our pets before they die. I'm sure there are other things like that I'll come to understand, but I don't want these thoughts weighing on me while I'm there. I always figured myself to be so independent that homesickness wouldn't bother me. That has yet to be determined.
I've got most of the items I'm allowed to bring with me packed, but there's one addition I was hoping to make. I'm allowed to pack stationary and shit for the purpose of writing letters, but I wonder if I can't sneak in a discreetly small blank notebook. I really really doubt that I'll get a chance to journal often, but I'd like the opportunity to do so if given the chance.
Man, this is such a surreal feeling. Going into the unknown. I almost feel cheesy enough to play "Come Sail Away" (Fuck it. I'm doing it). But if there's one thing I can say with certainty is that my life is going to be better when this is over.
Two months. Hell, right now it feels like five years.