Here I sit, writing our last name on 20 socks, a coffee tumbler, and wet wipes. It is like I am sending someone away to camp.

This life takes a toll on me, like I had never expected. I feel half alive, like I am living underwater. I cannot wait till I can put this lifestyle behind me.

Too many goodbyes, too many hellos. Never a 'week'.

I can only hope the days will speed by. The hardest part is that the day they come home from a underway period you start bracing for the next time, it is like you are in a constant state of turmoil. All I want is a "typical life".

I caught a glipmse of myself in the mirror today, and tried to smile. My eyes just could not do it. My eyes give me away every time.