Live Live Live.

If you get a chance to, read It's Kind of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. It's quite possibly one of the best books I've read lately. Its taken up most of my weekly reading and I will use it to justify the lack of posting. I might also attribute this to the fact that I am finally getting a bed tomorrow from IKEA. Yes. I will have a bed. Maybe tomorrow I will post from said bed. IF I can construct it correctly.

Boot Camp.

Let's not go into what it took for me to get to Parris Island, the location of the USMC Boot Camp for the East Coast.....

Or lets:
Left work: 14:00 Wednesday
Left for Airport: 16:00 Wednesday
Flight Boarding: 18:45 Wednesday
Taxi to Front of Runway: 10:45 Wednesday (30 min past original arrival in Tampa)
Return to Gate for Repairs:00:45 Thursday
Landing in Tampa: 2:45am Thursday
Bedtime: 3:45 am Thursday (Original departure for USMC)
Departure for USMC: 6:45 am Thursday
Arrival at Parris Island: noon Thursday (original arrival: 10am)

I do have to say though, I missed that kid.

The Best of What's Around

I'm not too sure of what to expect. There are so many thoughts running through my head about this life of mine. I am definitely not where I belong, but I sure as hell am not where I shouldn't be. Does that make sense or is my rhetoric too confusing for this post? Put simply, I have mixed feelings about the first two days of this adventure. Because that is what it will be at the end of the day, an adventure of my mind and a couple of towns I called home. I will walk with my own ghosts and resurrect a past I flew hundreds of miles away from to forget.

I am a year older, maybe wiser and it's only a rare moment when I think about the decisions I've made or others have made for me that have gotten me to this point. What will the dedication page of my first novel say? How many will email hate mail because my experience is different than they remember it? Where will I be next year? Would you like fries with that?

I will be on a plane in 24 hours, hopefully almost there. Holding my breath, waiting for everything to fall into me.