My Temporary Home

"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home"

As my time here at Ft. Jackson quickly comes to a close I am reminded of a song, MY TEMPORARY HOME. Which is exactly what South Carolina was for me, my temporary home. I thought that coming back to the east coast would be awesome. I mean it is where I am from. However after spending three long years here, I have come to find that my memories of the side of the country were slightly skewed.

I am going to miss some things about this place, Perkin Beans, Pita Pit, and my friends, but mostly just my friends. Coming to this post, the one place that I thought I would feel at home, I came to find that I felt as if I did not belong. If it wasn't for the fabulous friends that I made here I think that this might have been the longest three years of my life.

To my friends that helped me to make it through, I thank you! I know that there are no words that could ever tell you how big a difference you all have made in my life. I know that even though we will all go our separate ways that I will always remember the lessons and love that you all have taught me. And for that I thank you!

"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home"