i’m homesick.  not for my parent’s home in that first time at sleepover camp sort of way.  not for my parent’s home at all actually…  but for what was our home, in jacksonville, florida.  (the home which we still own and are currently renting out by the way.)

i never thought i’d say that, but i am homesick for it…  for the killer town of jacksonville we lived in…  for the weirdos, the homeless dudes that would freak me out but also make me laugh…  for my friends…  friends with kids and friends without.  i’m homesick for happy hour at european street… coffee at cool moose…. brie and wine at the brick…. oreo moose pie at biscotti’s…. cheese grits at the fox…  (all of these are my fave restaurants by the way.)

i wanna go home.

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i’m not diggin annapolis.  there, i said it.

i’m sorry, but this place just weirds me out.  apartment living issues aside, i’m just not keen on annapolis.  it’s weird that strolling through downtown consists of seeing an abundance of people in uniform.

it’s weird.  to me.

maybe not to you military folk, or those of you who think of annapolis as a tourist attraction, because in reality, it is one…  i just don’t want to live in a tourist town.

i don’t like living in a town where people walk around asking you where this or that memorial is, which gate to walk through in order to get on “the yard” (meaning on the Academy grounds), wondering if you can take a picture of them standing in T-court (again, on “the yard.”)

that’s weird.  to me.

i’ve discussed this with my parents (whose only association with the military is through my husband) and they find this aspect of annapolis strange too, especially when we go out downtown.

yeah, there’s The United States Naval Academy directly across the street.  and it is beautiful, historic, monumental.  i’m not trying to down-play that at all.  i’m proud that my husband graduated from there.

i just don’t like living across the street from it.

that’s weird.  to me.

sure there are cute shops and coffee houses that i dig; but upon grabbing a window seat one of these cute coffee shops, opening your laptop, and beginning to sip on your latte… you glance out the window to a sea of midshipmen.  ”college kids” in uniform… ambling around because they have liberty for however many hours (depending on what class you are)…  and they all look the same.  all.  of.  them.

that’s weird.  to me.

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i guess i’m just realizing, even more so in living here, how much i am not a “navy wife,” or at least not one that fits the stereotype.  the ones who do… they LOVE living in annapolis.

and that’s cool, if that’s your thing.  i can respect that.

but it’s not mine.  and i’m struggling with living here.

i’m a fish out of water.

i’m different.  living in a town of uniforms is weird to me.

and school just started monday.  all the midshipmen have returned.

all the uniforms around town are stifling.

i’m claustrophobic.

i miss my home.

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