I found out today that I’m only scheduled two days next week, Saturday and Sunday. I have the whole week off, well, because I asked for it off. But, I also thought that I would be going to Chicago for the whole week, but I’m probably not.
So, it’s really weird now. I really want to go to Chicago, cause I have the time off, but if I can’t go, I have a whole fucking week to…pack…
That’s actually a really good idea, if I don’t end up going. I could take the week and go through all my things and give away what I don’t need to keep in the attic for the next 10 to 20 years.
My favorite part about being a single girl in the Navy is that you don’t have a house or “family,” so there is no need for material items, everything you own should be disposable or portable. A part of me decided long ago that I don’t own my stuff, my stuff owns me.
but then I think of how you smile at me and it all goes away.