Opps, got side tracked by life and forgot to update my blog.
My job sometimes takes me away from home, so I've spent the past month on the east coast; and will spend the next one here as well. I can't wait to get back home to the west coast. I'll be back in time for the holidays.
I've come to realize something; or more like I've finally admitted something to myself, I don't like being back here. I spent six and a half years here last time, that was enough. And the 6 months I spent in Bosnia... well... the buddy I went on deployment with had a breakdown after we got back, really bad. I still couldn't say why, he doesn't talk about it and I don't seem to have any recollection of seeing anything bad... but my wife tells me I have nightmares, that I don't remember. Being back here has upset me more than I realized, its been over ten fucking years and as I type this my heart is pounding, and I have no specific reason why, nothing conscious anyways. I fucking hate this.
