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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Horace, Im Coming Home!

As we get closer to pulling into homeport for the first time, there's a lot of chatter going on about missing wives and husbands and kids and girlfriends and boyfriends... you know, the norm. Well, I have none of the above, so I miss my truck. That's Horace, for those of you who didnt know. Yes, my truck has a name, and no I did not name him, but I cant well change it once its given, even if I dont like the guy who named him anymore... but thats another story.

So yes, I miss my truck. And my couches. And having a life. In that order, I think. I miss driving around with the radio turned up. I dont so much miss gas prices, although I dont really know what they are right now. But I do miss not having to wait for a ride, or depend on someone else to get me somewhere. Even though its only been a little over a month without him, it feels longer.

I miss my couches. Theres nothing I want more right now than to stretch out on my couch in front of the TV and just veg. Mostly because that would mean I would have my feet up.

The having a life thing has been previously discussed. I dont think I need to get into that again. Im looking forward to catching up with my family and friends in Virginia- its been far too long.

48 more hours... but for now, I have a chance to get some sleep, so Im taking it!

1 comment:

Mollina said...

Well, as I said earlier on the phone, tell the Va Beach crew I say hello (Kevin, Randy, etc.), and give Horace a hug for me. Can't wait to see you next weekend!