So for the past few weeks I have been busy visiting friends and family in Philadelphia. It was a great return to the city I love. Eating all of the good food, seeing all my friends and family, and getting some new ink. It was a good last vacation before I head to San Antonio next month. I felt right at home and truly happy again. You never know what you have until its gone or a thousand miles away but I'm always grateful to return to that beautiful city.
My mind has been running a million miles per hour; thinking about the future. This upcoming weekend I start packing my apartment and reality really starts to set in. Leaving Oklahoma City is a blessing but also bittersweet, granted I'll come back for a short time and eventually move to a new base. But its all starting to set in. In a month I'll take some clothes and a few uniforms and be living out of a hotel for 3 months but on the bright side I will be saving a lot of money by not paying rent or any utilities. They say everything happens for a reason so we shall see how the next months go. I'm excited yet still bitter about being accepted to USF but I will eventually get over it. I keep thinking to myself only 28 months until I am out... but who's counting right?
