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A Long Way From Anything

A guy trying to find a home that never was.

And Now...

I've been thinking a lot lately about the future. Specifically about the next two years of my life. I'm not a socialist, so I figure two years is good enough. (g) After I complete OCS this summer, I come back and finish up my Senior year of Uni. I'm looking forward to it a lot. I don't know how much I'll care, but I'm looking forward to it. Approximately 8 months after coming back, I'll graduate. On May 11th, 2005, I will have finished my matriculation. A few hours before the ceremony I'll get my commission. So when I walk across the podium and get my degree, I'll be wearing Marine green underneath. On top of this, I get to wear one of those honor ribbons on top of my gown. As soon as the ceremony is over I'm going to rip off that gown, put on my cover, flash those lovely butter-bars, thank a couple of professors and get the hell out of Carrollton. Then I wait around for a few weeks, gradually packing up all of my earthly belongings and then move to Quantico. I'm planning on doing it roadtrip style. I figure I'll drag a few friends along with me. I'll rent a Ryder truck and we'll switch off drivers. Two days of partying to northern Virginia. Then my career starts.

It's strange thinking about leaving school. As far back as I can remember I've always been in school. Now, I'm thinking about my career. It's such a completely different mindset. I'm actually starting to feel like I'm an adult now. Damn that's scary. For once in my life I'll actually have some money. I can't tell you how nice it will be to not be living hand to mouth. Even if I can draw upon two thousand years. Screw Nietzsche!
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