Well, Dear Reader, I have not been able to write three words worth reading in about a week. I've just felt like I had rocks in my head or something. Now, by keeping a stockpile of posts ready to go, I've done my best to protect you from my dry spells, but friend, it's been hard on me. When I'm not writing, I feel like I'm not thinking. It is unpleasant.
I had my first little wrestling match with homesickness this week. I've been away from the family and friends for about two, three months now, so I suppose I was bound to run into this eventually. One night last week I had a couple of hours of free time, I was away from the barracks trying to relax, and I got a phone call from my sister back home. I didn't know her very well(or “at all,” you might say) growing up, but we've really gotten close over the past two years. We only talked for a five or six minutes, but after, I don't know, I just felt ready to leave. I just wanted to get off post, wanted to go home, wanted to girl out entirely, have curry, and not have anything to do with the Army.
It was lame. See, most of the time I try not to get all dramatic, all emotional, all that, but friend, I felt just like shit.
It's weird. When I'm busy, when there's god work to take care of, I never feel too bad about things. I don't worry to much about having had to stop the transition, I don't long for the folks I love too bad. When I'm working, I can just get on by and I'm fine with that.
But man, when I get that break, that free time...ugh...I just want the people I love. I just want to set the burden of place down a little.
Anyway, forgive my whining. I'm working on some good posts for this coming week, and also, hope of all hopes, I may be getting an editor. Yeah, how awesome is that? Imagine not having to dig through my jungle of typos, misspellings, and poor grammar in search of a few grains of meaning. It's going to be fantastic.