Leave. R+R. Time off. Call it what you will either way it is simply put time to myself, to do what i will, and unwind from all the things this place has done to me. 18 days that i can actually call my own. A gift that can hardly be taken with a grain of salt. While most soldiers look foward to alcohol, sex and in some cases drugs, I look foward to clean air, matress that don't poke you, no raids, and no fear. To let the tension go. . .
What to do? well mom wants to see the Macy's thanksgiving day parade, or a cruise to mexico. I want to see the moutains, and maybe snow, if there's any to be had. I want to explore new places, see the beauty of places i've never seen before. But i also want the comforts i've come to know from home. I'd love to see the new puppies Windy had, maybe the new dog (Fred). All in all it'll be home.
But female companionship? i wouldn't mind it. I'm so hopless when it comes to hook ups, that it'd probably end up being a mercy screw for whatever lady that happened to fancy me. I doubt that there will be any sex for me. Drinking sure, but sex, not so much. Love is in such small quantities these days, that it's hard to really make a conection. Rare is it to find a woman that would be willing to drop everything and say "yes i'll sacrafice my time for you when you deploy." people's eyes wander too easily these days
So i have some Christmas shopping to do when iget back. I'll of course leave presents fro my brother with my folks. For everyone else i'll mail it all out the day before I leave. Otherwise i can not think of anything else that i need to do. oh how nice it will be to feel the spray of the sea on my face, a cool breeze that doesn't have raw sewage in it. Ahh sweet comforts.