Six Days Of Summer: day 6 //the summer of a lifetime

Early flights are a pain. I wouldn’t have minded an early flight down to San Diego but being the 6th day of being down here, I was exhausted from all the activities. getting through security gives me anxiety. I’m always convinced I won’t have enough time-even if I show up two hours before the flight. I always think security lines are going to be so long, and then I’ll end up getting stopped and my gate will be across the airport and I’ll have to be sprinting with a carry on and a backpack all the way down and I’ll get to my gate just as they close the door and the plane leaves. It’s never happened. I don’t think I’ve even been close to being late but I still have that in my head. Today was no different. Although we got the car to the rental place, and through security by just after 6:30 and our flight wasn’t until 8am.

We got looks-actually my brother got looks but I was next to him ((so clearly it was actually me getting all the looks.)) he was dressed in his “dress blues” so clearly anyone waking by knew he was important in some way. Most workers that helped us thanked my brother for his service-man is it cool to see someone simply shake my brother’s hand and say, “thank you for your service.” Man does that make me extra proud to be his sister.

While waiting at our gate ((we were actually there before our plane was even placed at the gate-and I was concerned on being late)) we met a mechanical engineer. He was flying San Diego>Minneapolis>Dayton, OH to go run a test. He was helping design part of an airplane engine and had to go to Ohio to do some testing that included shooting a 4lb chicken at 500mph into an airplane engine. The intelligence of this man makes me still have hope in this nation. He also thanked my brother, multiple times, for his service and kept talking about all of these opportunities that will arise for my brother. “Luck happens when opportunity meets potential, and boy do you have some luck.”

Two free drinks, and a free sandwich my brother got on the airplane. He turned 21 while in boot camp, and had a few beers since graduating but was pretty stoked on getting to drink on the airplane free of charge. One of the flight attendants also came up to him before we left and left him a goody bag-including candy and alcohol with a note thanking him for serving this country. The flight attendants and people thanking my brother had it right. People that serve this country should get so much more recognition and thanks than they get. I know I personally am never outgoing enough to walk up to someone and simply say, “thank you for your service” although my views on it have changed these last 6 days.

We landed in Minneapolis, but the respect didn’t end once we landed. People here still came and thanked him, my brother and dad even ran into some old Vikings player that got up out of his wheelchair to shake my brothers hand and personally thank him for his service. Walking through the airport, everyone still looked-heck if someone was dressed that nice, I’d turn my head as well.

Today was my sixth day of summer. I dropped my brother off at the recruiting station three months ago, never thinking time would go by this fast. I left bawling in his arms and saw him for the first time only to do the same thing. I said goodbye thirteen weeks ago, only to fly to San Diego and watch as my brother now stood before me, no hair and four-eyes, dressed well, respecting orders, and receiving that same respect from civilians in return.

I got to spend the last few days with someone I’m endlessly proud of. From shipping off to boot camp, to standing at graduation 13 weeks later, my brother is now a United States Marine. 13 weeks ago, I said my hardest, and proudest goodbye only to fly to San Diego to give my happiest of hellos to my brother. These last 6 days have felt endless because I once again have my brother by my side.

Six Days Of Summer: day 5//another state, another piece of my heart

How many hours do you really need to spend at a zoo? 3 hours was our limit today. I went into the zoo excited. The San Diego Zoo is a big deal to most people, including myself before I walked through it. Yes, it was cool, and big. We didn’t even walk most of it. But holy buckets did it hit me in the face.  Why do we take these animals from their homes and put them in cages so that people can walk around and look at them? Isn’t that what the Internet is for? To look at animals and such? I went into the zoo excited to see animals that originate from all over the world. I came out excited that I had seen all of them, but feeling a little sad because animals are caged like this so someone like me can get a little excitement out of seeing them in person. And that is so messed up. 

I never knew pizza could be so expensive. But with the view of the city that I had, I would have paid any price for pizza. Sunsets, skylines, and bodies of water are my weaknesses. I ate pizza and looked out the window to see the San Diego Bay with the skyline in the back. The littlest of things bring me joy nowadays. The simplicity of being able to see a body of water and some buildings growing out of the ground while eating pizza made my day.

I was ready for the day to be over at 6 o’clock today. These past few days have wiped me out from seeing my brother, to having so much fresh air, to being on the go constantly, I am ready to sleep and not wake up for three days. But I have to wake up at 5am tomorrow to get on a plane and make my way back to the Midwest. 5 days in this beautiful state and tomorrow I have to head back to a place I want to be away from for longer. I long for the times I get to drive hundreds of miles, fly a few hours and end in a place I am unfamiliar with.

San Diego has been my home the last few days even though I came here with very little knowledge of what was here and what to expect. I have done things here that never would be possible back in the Midwest. It’s funny how different things in different states can be. The weather, the attractions, the landscape, the feeling you get while being in each state. Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I have a bit too much fresh air in me from these last few days, but I absolutely love traveling and can’t imagine not being able to get up and go somewhere totally new. This trip not only reunited me with my brother for the first time in three months, but also showed me yet another state, another part of the country that has left me breathless. 

Six Days Of Summer: day 4//I ate a doughnut

things didn’t go as planned. I faintly remember waking 3 or 4 times throughout the night. I woke, tried getting up and failed. When a bug or whatever it may be tries to get me sick, it’s not the common “sore throat for 14 days” or “three week long cough” before the big stuff hits. I rarely ever get sick-most times it’s just exhaustion from being up too many hours in a row, or dehydration from not drinking anything all day. But when I do get sick, it’s the nausea, the dizziness, the unable to move.

My first thought, “if I have to go to a hospital and stay for a few days, at least I’m in California. My second thought, “we’re not going to LA today.” And man, have I been dreaming of going to LA for awhile. But the thoughts of not being able to move, and being nauseous swarmed my mind and I dozed off yet again. I awoke a few other times. Got up once to go to the bathroom and when my brother and dad went to breakfast. When they came back, I swallowed some medicine ((something I never do)) and laid down again. As the medicine started working, I was able to stand up-still dizzy-but be able to slowly move about the room. I passed out again and woke up on top of my bother’s bed in the hotel. I was in a fog those few hours and only faintly remember any of that-which all happened this morning.

But I was banking on going to LA, and as soon at the medicine started helping more, I was able to get up and get ready for the two hour car ride up to the city of my dreams. I had planned on getting into LA around noon and spending the entirety of the day exploring it. But with the events that happened this morning, we reached city limits around 3:30 this afternoon.

Food, was yet again, the first thing on the list. Chipotle. After that we ventured off towards the ever so famous Hollywood Sign. After twisting and turning up what seemed the height of a mountain, we reached a point where cars were lined along the street and people were out of their card taking pictures in front of the sign. We followed, and took touristic photos. Being a tourist is fun. I mean, pointing a camera at a palm tree and snapping a photo is a little overboard for “things to take pictures of” but I still did it-multiple times. Going to a place that’s different than what you see everyday is so cool.

Driving down Hollywood Blvd isn’t like what you see in the movies-driving around anywhere down there doesn’t look like a movie scene. Hollywood Blvd had hundreds of people on both sides of the streets along with street performers, human statues, and even giant snakes wrapped around some guy’s neck. We didn’t stop and take the walk that so many other people were taking. We just drove down the road and saw the mass chaos everywhere, including the traffic on the street itself.

From there I was ready to go in the ocean. I like people and don’t mind crowds ((I do after all go to a lot of shows)) but was ready to be away from the hundreds of people trying to find their way on crowded sidewalks. The 14 mile drive ended up taking almost an hour. From the traffic, to the amount stop lights that were red, to the last minute stops at some car dealerships, I was at the end of the line and just wanted ocean. Of course, I didn’t mine the car dealerships that we stopped at in Beverly Hills. It’s cool to see a 2.5 million dollar car, and cool to see the interest my brother and dad took in it. But I’m a girl with very limited knowledge of expensive cars and just wanted the ocean.

After parking a few blocks away, and finding the right way to the pier, we made it to the ocean. Of course, we walked the pier first. Wandered all the way to the end of the pier, as wandered back. So many unique people. So many people from all over coming to this one pier. I know how to “get in and out of a place.” I don’t have to stop every 20 feet and look at something. I can walk by and know from a distance and the few seconds of looking if I need to stop or not. That’s how I am with shopping and with tourist attractions. So walking the pier was easy and quick for me-after all, I just wanted the ocean.

When my brother and dad finally caught up, we went down to the beach. My first beach in California. This was my 4th day here and I was just now touching sand, and just about to touch the Pacific Ocean. When the boardwalk ended and I stepped into the sand, but foot sank. These beaches aren’t like the beaches in Minnesota. The sand seemed heavier-perhaps from all the weight it has carried people all over the world. The sand seemed smoother-again, perhaps from the millions of people that have walked on it, smoothing it down. And it seemed colder-of course this is probably from it being night, but who really knows.

I walked from the deep, smooth sand towards the wet, padded down sand where the water had been going up and down and up and down all night, all day, every second for as long as forever. It’s crazy how the ocean works or just water in general. Always trying to push it’s way out of it’s boundaries. It was no different now. I stood, just past the deep sand and watched the water come up short about 2 feet from hitting me. I moved closer and waited. This time, the water washed away my sight of my feet. {what a cool feeling} I got closer, and the waves coming got bigger. The ocean washed away the sight of my legs all the way up to my knees. And this time when it receded, it tugged on my legs, urging me to join it at it went back out to sea. The sand even pulled some of the sand I was standing on back with it. The ocean is so cool.

I remember going to doughnut shops when I was younger. They seemed to be everywhere ((or maybe we just went to them often)). But all of them seemed to disappear and then I had to settle on gas stations as a replacement for these shops. Today, I was finally reunited with a childhood memory: Krispy Kreme. The dream was back, my stomach happy. I was graced with a Krispy Kreme doughnut for the first time in far too many years.

Today ended similar to how it began: I was in and out of sleep on the two hour drive back to San Diego. That drive, any drive in California is so cool. I’m not used to seeing 7-lane highways or mountains in the distance or hilly landscapes on both sides of the highway. But I was a bit too tired to stay awake and make out what was what in the dark.

Today, I went to my dream city, touched the ocean and are a doughnut.

miss the feeling of someone wanting to know every little thing about me
Six Days Of Summer: day 3//proud sister of a United States Marine

I can’t imagine going through boot camp. Like yeah, you gain muscle and learn to respect people, but waking up at 4:30 in the morning every day for 13 weeks and going sleepless for 2 1/2 days right away is insane. It was a struggle for the 6:30 wake up call this morning. And I know I have nothing to complain about-considering my brother just went through those 13 weeks of 4:30am wake up calls, but golly. It was a struggle, but a fight worth it because today is the day my brother has been waiting for, for 13 weeks: graduation.

 I suppose I’ve lost a lot of respect for the flag since stopping the Pledge of Allegiance once high school started. Elementary, you did it because you were told. Middle school it was STL routine and things started to have importance-the Pledge never being on the top of my list. A few weeks into freshman year, however, and it started to feel weird without have that repetitious cycle every morning. But I was a stupid freshmen and didn’t care about anything important.

Today, I was taught how important a simple flag is. Of course, I know the basics of the stars, stripes, and colors of the flag, but never knew the importance of the simple rising of the flag. Every morning at 0800, the flag is put out. Today, was a special rising of the flag. The rising, honoring our marines. But every single day they do it at 0800. Every single day.

The seating for graduation was far too long of a time to get seated. Just under two hours-it took us about 15 minutes to get to the bleachers and take a seat. Then the painful waiting began. I could only imagine the anticipation going through my brother’s mind at this point. Where he was, I had no idea. I didn’t even think about going to find him this time. I was just excited for his graduation, and freedom for 10 days. 

The band started playing from a distance and made their way to the center of the parade deck, and we were in motion of the final step my brother would be taking at boot camp. The platoons marched from the far right. Let me tell you, this parade deck was so long. I wasn’t even sure we’d get through graduation in one day. But of course, things moved along. Like any other ceremony, there were times of the band playing, times of people speaking, times to stand, times to sit, times to be quiet, and times to cheer. And after all of these happening so, so many times, the final command came.


“Dismissed aye-aye sergeant!”

And then something happened you don’t see so often with men: hugging. I watched as 4 or 5 guys formed 4 or 5 groups and hugged. Success-they were done. 13 long, grueling weeks spent together with each other and they now stood, a newly graduated marine. Friends for life, platoon groups, brotherhood. Something I knew was important and meant a lot to everyone, but to see these men come together after a ceremony so important and hug each other is something so special to witness.

Families everywhere, marines scattered, everyone was ready to get the heck off the base and out to freedom for 10 days. The herd of marines and family members then made their way to pick up the marine’s luggage. As we stood, waiting for my mother to bring the car over, I noticed a marine standing at “parade rest” (feet 12 inches apart, hands placed behind their back- left hand over right). I had seen marines stand this way throughout my time on base but this marine was different. Yes, he was “tough” just like every other marine I had seen. After all, they had been through boot camp. But I noticed his face wasn’t static. His eyes wandered from family to family- marine to marine. He didn’t look lost, he wasn’t looking for his family for they didn’t come. He was alone on graduation day. No family, no loved ones there to take far too many pictures of him. No one there to say, “I’m proud of who you have become.” Or “ you have come such a long way.” It broke my heart and I stood with eyes full of tears. I’m not the type of person to go up and talk to strangers, so I asked my brother if he had family- to which my brother said no. Then I told my dad to go say hi to him, so that I too, could approach him. We walked up and thanked him and had a short conversation with him to which my father ended with, “welcome to the family.” How cool is that? He didn’t have his family there, but he had the families of all this marine brothers.

We helped him move his bags, asked what time he was leaving, and made sure he wasn’t going to be alone until his flight. Then we packed up the car and was headed towards the gate that separated my brother from total freedom of boot camp. The day was spent well. Food, a lot of food, was eaten by my brother. I suppose when you go so long with not a lot of food and so much physical activity, you could actually eat a whole cow. I think my brother got close today.

Perks of being the family of a marine: not having to pay $20 to go on the USS Midway. Today, my father, brother and I went to the USS Midway Museum. I’ve never been on an aircraft carrier, but holy buckets are they giant. One of the coolest museums I’ve been to for sure (although I haven’t been to too many museums.) That ship is amazing. It was built in 1945(?) and boy did we have smart people back then. There were so many wires and buttons and phones and doors and hallways, I would have gotten lost on that ship and finally found my way out at the end of a 6-month deployment. The pure intelligence anyone on the ship had to have was amazing. Of course they only did a few tasks, but they had to be prime at those tasks-and they were!

I can’t imagine what it takes to be in any branch of the military. The will power, determination, and intelligence military personal have to have is so incredible. What an honor it is to simply have a sibling with all of these qualities that is now a United States Marine. I am so incredibly proud of my big brother. 

Six Days Of Summer: day 2 //and there stood my brother-just waiting to hug me.

You know, it’s so nice coming out the the west coast because when I have to wake up at 6:15, it’s technically 8:15 back home. And it’s so much easier to get up at 8:15 rather than 6:15!

Whatever the case, I was up at 3:30 this morning ready to start the day only realizing that I had 3 hours until I had to be up. Woke up again, a few minutes before my alarm and got up and got ready. I don’t think I’ve ever been fully awake that quickly but oh boy, was I excited for what today held. Breakfast, a briefing, the motivational run, a meeting, and then getting to hug my brother-how long to get to the end of the list? Oh goodness, let me tell you it took two lifetimes and then some!

Informational briefings and introduction meeting aren’t what I’m about. I’m all about get up and go and move on to the next thing. I like finishing things fast, so I can get to the end of the list faster-today was no different. I was in a rush-something I’ve cut back on. Something I’ve realized isn’t necessary for most events in your life. Why be in a rush? Take some time and enjoy your life, ya know?

I didn’t care. I didn’t care to sit at this briefing and “play a game” to see which side got to line up for the motivational run first ((my side won)). But my opinion didn’t matter. I’m sure people enjoyed it and if I would have taken the time to step back- I may have enjoyed it. But then again, I hadn’t seen my brother in 3 months and today was the day I finally got to see him. So why not be in a rush to finish the list and get to the finish line where my brother stood, dressed in uniform, waiting to hug me!?

After the games, we lined up near the parade deck ((it is so long, man)) and waited until we heard the unison chants in the distance, heading our way. The families stopped listening to the few words the instructor had left to say to us and cheered in response to the chants. Around the corner they came, chanting louder as the cheering kept growing. “Platoon 2107” “Platoon 2106” “Platoon 2105” “Platoon 2103” {finally my brother’s platoon}. I had an idea where in formation my brother would be standing, but to my surprise I looked out and saw this kid with barely any hair and glasses. Goodness, what 3 months and boot camp can do to a person. His platoon then stopped in front of us, turned and faced us, and then continued to get instructions yelled out to them. Did I hear the instructions? {did I even care?}

I stood staring at a hairless, four-eyed man in front of me and cried. Heck-I started crying the moment I saw him running down the road. I told myself I wouldn’t cry until I hugged him. I wasn’t trying to be a tough guy or cocky or whatever it may seem. I had just figured that I wouldn’t be so emotional. But oh what 3 months away from my brother can do.

Time seemed to freeze in those few moments of my brother facing me. {What had he done, joining the marines-the tough guys, the ones that go across the world to dangerous places? What had I done in the time he has been away-am I doing something to better my life and this world as a whole? Would I have the guts to serve my country? ((Not at all and I appreciate every single person with enough courage to go out and serve this country)) what happens if he ends up over in a country that has so much fighting? Have I ever been prouder of him-of anyone?} So many questions raced through my head. Then, just as time had frozen, it melted away as he turned and ran off.

The families of all 283 marines were herded to another location and awaited the arrival of the marines, where their final destination of the motivational run now stood in front of us. Platoon by platoon ran up, stood, and awaited their next command. My mother and I were jumping up and down in the eye sight of my brother-but his face stayed static. He was a true military man now: always straight-faced. Some more talking occurred and then they were off again-this time to shower and change into their uniforms. We got ushered into a theatre where I thought I just might make a scene, run out, and try to run to where my brother was staying just so I could see him sooner. I had absolutely no idea where he stayed or if he was even there though. And I figured if I made a scene and ran out like a madman, I’d embarrass everyone, plus probably get banned from the base, or shot-who really knows.

The meeting turned into where to eat and shop, a history lesson, the introduction of the drill instructors, and a naturalization ceremony. I was convinced that I knew where the food was, I hated history, I didn’t care to know the name of the guy yelling at my brother for 13 weeks, and I was already a citizen-I didn’t care that we now had 5 more naturalized US citizens. But patience came.

I partially listened about the food and the history lesson. During the introductions, I only cared to hear where in the US each instructor was from. But I stopped, took a step back, and stopped rushing because I got to be a part of a naturalization ceremony. {how cool is that? I got to be there when 5 young men from 4 countries became apart of my country} Canada, Mexico, Philippines, and Romania. 5 guys from 4 countries decided to serve a country they had not yet been a citizen of. What bravery, what sacrifice these young men had.

the list was just about finished. One last thing ((and 4 people in front of me)) stood in the way of hugging my brother: the final commands before dismissal to us for a few hours.
Blah, blah, blah. Talk, talk, talk. I didn’t pay attention to the words anyone was saying, although at one point I heard my mother yell, “come on already!” And next thing I know, the marines turned to face us again and my mother was plowing through people to get that hug we’ve all been waiting for. {finally, the list is complete. I have come to the finish line, and there stood my brother-just waiting to hug me}

Five hours of “limited freedom” within the base and away from the barracks. My brother was back-at least for those five hours. I couldn’t write much of what happened. We ate, talked, walked, shopped, ate some more, learned, walked again, and talked almost the whole five hours. I hadn’t even seen it myself, but towards the end of the time left with my brother, I looked around and saw all these families just staring at their Marines. Their eyes filled mostly with happiness, but also with a slight bit of wonder as to where their son was in this new, 3 month older grown man. Marines talked and talked. Everywhere I looked the marines were the one doing most of the talking-the attentions spans of families grew from nothing when we were making our way through this list, to infinite when their marine rambled on. {their marine. My brother is now a m a r i n e}.

The goodbye tonight wasn’t as hard as the last time I stood saying goodbye to my brother. I didn’t break down in his arms like last time, but I was only saying “goodbye, see you tomorrow.” Three months ago came with the hardest, goodbye. Today, the happiest of hellos happened. ((I don’t even think I said “hello” to my brother? Just a lot of crying) I am ever so grateful to have the opportunity to be out in California, seeing my brother. The proudest times in my life recently have come from the choice my brother has made to be a United States Marine.

So happy, so grateful, so proud.

Six Days Of Summer: day 1 //I’m convinced I’ll meet the love of my life in an airport.

day 1: I’m convinced I’ll meet the love of my life in an airport.

//I’ve always loved airports. Even before I knew it-I loved them. So much happens at airports and if you’re in too much of a rush to get through security and get boarded, you’re really missing out. today-I saw a mother pinch her son’s cheeks, wrap her arms around him, say a few words, and slowly turned away-making sure he head still faced her son-making sure she could still see her baby boy. I sat next to a business man near my gate. He had a laptop, tablet, and his smart phone-all having different screens, his work and his mind were placed onto those few screens. A business woman-I’m assuming she wasn’t high up on the food chain for her boss came over from the bar and kept bugging her about some assignment or email that was supposed to be in. “I’m wrapping it up,” is all she said as her focus was placed on a screen with all of her thoughts and ideas. Families, couples, business men all come to one building to leave a few hours later. reunions, send offs, vacations-I don’t think I could tell you I like one over the others. I see people rushing to get out of the gate and past security to see their loved ones once again. The look of wander and confusion on others’ faces as they’re realizing that they’re in a new city, new state, new country ready to take on an adventure. A family, trying to contain their kids as they just came off a 4 hour flight and the kids are full of energy.

I can’t say I know all about flying and airports- I once asked a friend if I could bring a calculator on a plane ((to which she told me I couldn’t bring mine because it was gray)) But I do know that I could spend a day in an airport simply watching the tears fall of those who are dropping off a loved one and of those who are seeing their loved one for the first time in a week, month, or year. I could sit and listen and not just hear hundreds of conversations, but hear these conversations in different languages.

[I’m convinced I’ll meet the love of my life on an airplane headed to God knows where]

we struck up a conversation with a woman and her grandson at the gate: Retired flight attendant taking her grandson to visit his cousin. The third person on our side of the row on the plane was an assistant superintendent for schools somewhere in Iowa heading to California for some sort of educational convention.

The flight itself is something so incredible. Flying from Minneapolis into San Diego means flying over half of the United States. Sioux Falls, SD-Denver, CO-The Rocky Mountains-The Grand Canyon-Arizona- and finally San Diego were the points the pilot found important enough to announce to the whole plane. 33,000 feet and the Rockys look like anthills. The Grand Canyon from that high up looks is a crack in your IPhone. {how can things so, so big look so pathetically small?}

California is perfect. the first sight of California from the ground was palm trees which is something I’ve only ever seen one other time-back in Florida in 2012. {how can they be so tall? They’re weird. It’s awesome.}

A woman stood behind me complaining about it “taking two hours” to get a car ((it took a total of 30 minutes to rent and get to our car.)) but then we were finally off to adventure San Diego. In-n-out burger was the first stop ((obviously food is the first choice for anything.))

I stood, dozens of feet above the ocean at a place called Sunset Cliffs, watching the water crash repeatedly into the rocks as though one of these times they’ll make the rocks move. The simplicity of water hitting rocks made me eager and off I was, finding a way to get closer to the crashing waves. I adventured about as close as I could get to the ocean without the water reaching me as it jumped off the rocks and into the sky. Of course, I could have gone down the cliffs to the beach below, but what’s the fun in that? The water down there wasn’t trying to get past the rocks for it was just pushing itself up and down along the sand.

I’m convinced I’ll live by the ocean someday. There’s no way someone comes out to a place like this and want to go back to a small town with nothing but places to eat and fields of corn. The beauty of the ocean, of the unknown past the horizon. The earth looks like it cuts off at the horizon but the ocean just keeps going. So much water, so much beauty, so much mystery in such a simple thing. {how could anyone not love this?}

Marine bases are weird. A little town within a town just for military personal. Fences, blocking off the outside world from seeing in and learning too much about what’s in this military town. Not much-might I add. {how strange it must be to live within a fenced off area in the middle of a city.} My brother arrived on this base the day after Easter and have been barricaded in ever since. Routine, I suppose, is what has kept him busy- that and of course the rigorous activities of boot camp. I would go insane if I was in boot camp. I couldn’t live in California for 3 months and be stuck. It takes a special person to go through boot camp and want to be a marine. I suppose it also takes a special person to be stuck within these walls for three months as well.

I don’t think I’ve ever been to a “bay.” Lakes, yes of course my home state has 10,000 of them, but never a bay. I look to my left, sailboat on sailboat on sailboat filling the bay, to my right buildings towering over me. I turn back to my left and keep my eyes on the peaceful place of the city for the rest of the time. A pirate ship stay docked. ((Of course it wasn’t a real pirate ship, but how cool)) what a place to take a child, ya know? The submarines and pirate ships and sailboats, it’s practically a candy store.

Along our walk I glanced to my right to find a homeless couple (or just two friends) with three dogs. They were arguing about something and I didn’t care to stay around and chat. But on the way back, I glanced again, noticing the guy smoking pot. He’s sitting on a bench, with another homeless person, three dogs, and a single cart of his possessions. {how can a homeless man have three dogs but be sitting here smoking pot?} I couldn’t grasp his thinking-if he was doing any thinking at all. But I turned my head away from him and back onto my pirate ship coming up. Seriously, there was a pirate ship just chilling in the San Diego Bay. How cool.

The sun was setting on our way back to base. What a cool way to end the night-driving towards the sunset to stay the night on a base ((where my brother is currently half a mile away from me and he has no idea we’re already here.)) A day full of traveling-happy and sad tears of strangers from all over the place. A day full of ocean-what a cool thing to find mystery in. A day full of exploration-still convinced there’s a pirate roaming around San Diego somewhere. A day full of happiness, but I am also happy for this day to come to an end. Today is the 87th day straight I have gone without seeing my brother. 4 letters, and a single 60 second call is all the contact I’ve had with my big brother in 87 days. But just as I was standing in the recruiting office in Easter saying goodbye, I am on a military base, waiting until tomorrow when I finally get to see my brother again. \


i wanna get super rich so i can do cool stuff like tip waiters $1000 or pay off people’s student loans for fun