F has two more years here and then it's on to the next PCS. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't already scared about it. We talk about all the different places we could go and some genuinely seem beautiful, but there's truly no place like home. When I can't get in the car and be home in just a few hours, I think the true homesickness will really kick in. I know the military lifestyle is about sacrifice, but sometimes I wonder just how many sacrifices I have to make. To be honest, I don't feel like I'm as happy as I could be... like something is missing. And I think what's missing is home. I really thought after a year and a half of living here I'd be better adjusted but I guess I was wrong. Sure, I'm better than day one, but I'm still not "yay Air Force!" and I'm still dreading the day I have to pack up my boxes and move even further from the one place I am truly happy and relaxed at....home.
the Detroit skyline