We Made a Racquet

St. Thomas, USVI – Day 8/Homestead, FL – Day 3

I haven’t shaved since Monday. Haven’t been in uniform, haven’t had to. I probably will tomorrow though. Hell, we may even be leaving tomorrow so I may have to.

A lot of the time this feels surreal. Not this trip, but the whole fact that I actually joined the military. Something I always talked about and finally did. It also feels perfectly normal. Including this trip. As The Cheese Puff has often said, by the third day I’ll just naturally assume it’s always been this way. That’s how basic was, that’s how tech school was, that’s how this trip has been. In a lot of ways it works. I’ve always considered myself to be adaptable and it definitely helps in situations like this.

On the same token though, that adaptability has a tendency to make things feel surreal. As if I’ll wake up one day and open the closet and the uniforms will be gone, there won’t be boots by the door, there won’t be a red hat on the shelf, and by the third day that will be normal. I’ve realized it’s forcing me to live more in the moment, especially when I’m away, and it helps make it just that much easier. Because for all I know, I may wake up one day and all that will be true, and by the third day it will be normal.

I played racquetball today for the first time since high school. It was thoroughly enjoyable. If I ever join a gym again I’ll have to look into one with a racquetball league.

Author: Jonathan Rodriguez-Lucas

I've traveled the world, but the exploration never ends. I've run marathons, but the race is far from over. I've completed life goals, but strive for more. I have questions with no answers, and answers to questions I've yet to ask.

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