. . . Holy crap though, it does. Hard to believe I've been living in Hawaii for almost three years now. I've really enjoyed my time out here, all the friends I've made and places I've been; and while I will miss t-shirt and shorts weather year round I'm quite ready to move on to my next duty station.
No idea what kind of professional changes await me in Maryland. Ft Meade is so much more massive in terms of both personnel and mission scope. Not to mention that, in addition to learning my particular job there, I'm also going to start shouldering the responsibilities of an NCO. Not that I'm complaining - I knew full well what I might be getting myself into when I signed for my promotion testing; and besides, my professional time here in Hawaii has been marked more than once by my having to rise to unexpected challenge. Given that experience I'm sure I'll be okay.
In the meantime I really need to stop procrastinating on doing my outprocessing stuff. I'm only moving myself and my stuff, so it's all pretty straightforward but I still need to make the arrangements to move my household goods and ship my vehicle. Man, a guy really starts feeling like an adult thinking about it all - when the hell did that happen? I remember turning 18, graduating high school, and still feeling for all the world like a dumb, unprepared kid. Now I'm 25 and managing all my own various expenses (phone, internet, auto loan, auto insurance, rent, utilities, etc), planning a cross country move (with a stop along the way for my older brother's wedding), and thinking ahead career wise all at the same time. I guess growing up can just kinda sneak up on you when you aren't looking.
Man, all that's way too heavy for a Saturday night. Somebody come play Halo with me.