I am back...again

Some days I just want to blog my heart away. I want to write and set free the feelings trapped inside. I want to tell a funny story, share a joke, laugh at myself or my family. Some times I want to tell a sad story or best yet, expose some great travesty that only I have been privy to; thus saving the world.

Some days, I just do not care and don't want to share, laugh, write or talk.

We are leaving Fort Polk now. It's finally at end. I am almost sad to see it over.

The first time I left here, I was 23 and knew everything in the world. I left, full well knowing I was going off to set the world a blaze. I took my 5 year old son and off we went, with a dude named Dirty Dave. Don't be misled, Dirty Dave was a good guy--and he wasn't even dirty. :)

When I left here, I was sad for leaving but going on to better things. Yet, somehow, I knew I'd never return here in the capacity I'd originally come, as an Army Spouse. Yet, 15 years later, that theory was completely disproved. I returned, older, wiser, married-er, some might even say kinder and yet still, dragging a 5 year old blondie boy in my wake.

So now, three years later, I am leaving again. I've had fun, misery, joy and pain in this most recent venture. I am not all together happy to leave here again. I do like it here in many ways. But in others, I feel it is hell here. And as was once said: "when going through hell, keep going..."
Things could have been much worse, but they could have also been much better. Some people I could have done without and a few could have done without me. I've made some doozy enemies, and some really good, funny and medicinal friendships.

I have no idea what is waiting on the other side, up in Missouri, but I think I am ready for them.