I just had a real vivid flashback to when I used to do summer reading… I remember reading “The Chosen” by Chaim Potok. It was one of those good lazy days… when I think about it I can still smell the fresh air coming in through my window. Living in a trailer park meant there was always the smell of the neighbor’s fresh mown lawn and the sweet honey suckle bushes that grew free and wild all over the lots. I can still feel the breeze cooling me as I perspired as lady like as I possible could. Considering the heat that day I was probably sweating like a stuck pig, and of course, in the most unlady like fashion. I didn’t care and still don’t to this day. I just wanted to finish the book, and it was a boring book. I couldn’t help but sleep for hours after I finished it… Just laying in the sun on the floor of my bedroom. I didn’t wake up until I couldn’t feel the sun anymore. I was probably 10 or 11. If I could go back to any moment I would choose this day, reading this book… every time.
do you ever wanna listen to music but every song is just not the right song
When you ignore me I want to pull my hair out and scream at walls. I’m not crazy, but dammit you lead me to the edge of sanity.
It’s bittersweet watching all my shipmates deploy and I won’t leave for another week. Sometimes I hate being on land so much I just want to be deployed for life. If I’m not in the air and I’m not on the ocean I’m just not happy… Fair winds and following seas shipmates!