When I got up this morning I was planning to put the things away that have found themselves into our guest room. It's funny that we even call that room a guest room. We are so far away from home that it's unlikely anyone will shell out the cash to buy an airline ticket to come see us. But, I digress. The fact of the matter is, as I have unpacked box upon box, I have placed items in that room with the intention of going back and finding a place for them. I guess there is always tomorrow.
I talked, for over an hour, today with my good friend Christi. How I miss her. Everything about Okinawa makes me think of her. I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks remembering the hours we sat in her living room in her house on Camp Foster. We sat there and talked about the past and the future and how much we missed the USA. Even though 5 years have passed, since I was last at Kadena Air Base, I feel like nothing has changed. My old Okinawa self has come back. I feel, in an odd way, that my life is back on hold. Like someone has pressed the pause button on my life.
Don't get me wrong. I love Okinawa. I love the weather. I love the fresh air that the sea breezes bring in. Most of all I love the water. I love that I can see the water from my bedroom window. I love that I can be at the waters edge in 2 minutes flat. I love that I can grab my dive gear and be under the water in less than 15 minutes. Well, of course, weather permitting.
The weather lately has been crappy. We have not been in the water since the beginning of October. A little rain I can handle. But, large waves and huge swings in the tide causes rip tides that can be dangerous, even life threatening. So, in the mean time we just hang out and wait on the wind and the waves to die down.
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