I'm in Cleveland, at the home of my best friend Michael. We've done many things during my stay here. I went to Cedar Point, best amusement park EVER and have met some excellent new people and while it's quite possible that I'll never talk to any of them again, I still liked them a lot. Probably the best thing about having been able to spend this time here is that I felt somewhat normal again. Having normal interactions with people that care about things, except that I suppose that's not really normal, it's just what I've always had in my life.
I can't imagine starting a conversation about Harry Potter with one of the guys up on Post and having them immediately respond with any enthusiasm. It's a sad state of affairs, indeed. And I certainnly can't imagine being able to say any of the things to any of them that I readily say to my best friend without a second thought. I must remember to find an outlet for some of that stuff more than once a year. That's all for now I suppose. I'll come up with something profound and witty when I get back up to New York.
Oh and whoever said that women love a man in uniform is full of crap!
