They’re Coming Home, Coming Home

I’m coming home, coming home, tell the world I’m coming..home.

There is a song that goes something like that on the radio. Can’t think of the artist or the title and it is possible I am also misquoting the lyrics, but that’s nothing to worry over. I went down to the shoreline today and watched the ship glide around the peninsula as I pulled into it’s home port. It was a bittersweet moment. They’ve been gone a month, and I could watch them leave in a another. And then in nine months from now I’ll be watching the very same thing, their homecoming, after they’ve spent far too many nights away.

The joys of being a Navy wife; a Stennis wife. I know every carrier thinks they have it “worst” at some point or another but this year and last, our ship definitely drew the short straws. It’s politics and economics at their best. Having just got back from seven months at sea in March, and left with little more than a six month turn around (of which only three were spent at home) before being told to pack their sea bags for eight months. It sucks and it’s unfair and I’m sure there are a whole heck of a lot more eloquent ways to express my emotions on the subject matter, but not today. Tomorrow will be a better day.

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