23 AUG 2015

One Month In.

Time truly escapes us.  The old adage is that it takes 21 days to break a habit.  I'd make the comparison that it takes 21 days for something to lose its novelty.

That vacation feeling, where everything is exciting and an adventure is wearing off, and life seems less like a trip, as everyone can relate to, I have succumbed to the dreaded development of "routine."

Oki-life has come with pros and cons.
The pros:  I've met welcoming, smart, hardworking people on the island with similar interests that really have good senses of humor and better hearts, and still haven't gotten tired of me (totally have infiltrated!).  I work with really good people, on people who have to agree with my opinion (yeah I said it, best patient population in the world.)

The cons are the longing for home. The wondering if people think of you anymore.  The missing out on key events (facebook is a blessing and a curse, mostly an ad-filled, opinion sharing, marriage/baby picture-filled curse that is like a malignant tumor I've accepted.)

Things that people take for granted that I've truly missed:
Being in the same time zone (I'm 13 hours ahead, TIME TRAVEL!)
Being able to read signs, restaurants, etc,
Not being able to blend in,
Not having a mailing address (mail used to piss me off soooo much too)
Being held accountable for professionalism 24/7 while on base,
Watching sporting events at normal people times,
And the ease of communication.

Not much event wise has gone on -- minus joining a volleyball team that reminds me of a certain movie in terms of our competitive nature...
And planning a trip to mainland, which happens to have a famous robot bar as well as A REAL LIFE POKEMON CENTER.

Will post more frequently, with less feelings.  All is well, and this part of the adventure is like Luke leaving Tatooine and gaining some serious skills.  Though I'm more like the annoying C3PO, if I were a character.

True friendship isn't about being inseparable, it is about being separated and nothing changes.