Princess and the Pea: Home from Connecticut


Tuesday July 02, 2002
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TUESDAY, JULY 02, 2002

I'm home from Connecticut... Unfortunatly... I'll tell you about the trip. Friday, Chris picks me up and we drive to VA with his fam. Chris had to sleep on this AWFUL cot. I thought it was gonna fold in half. :-P Next morning we drove to Anapolis to Matt's apartment. We went to St. Mary's for church. It was beautiful! You have got to go see it some time. Well after mass, we went to the Naval Academy and stuff and we had some sea food for dinner. It was superbly delish. Went back to Matt's apt. Matt slept in his room. His parents slept in Paul's room. I slept on the inflatable bed and Chris slept on the couch, both in the living room. Chris said he wanted to come over and kiss me but his bro's room was open. I woke up before Chris and I went over and kissed him. Nice way to wake up. We drove to CT. We hung out around New London and Groton. We went to the submarine museam. Nothing to facinating. Me and chris were pretty clingy that day. I wasn't looking forward to the next morning. That night, Chris and Matt spent the night in one queen, Mr. and Mrs. P in the other. I got a cot, rather nice. Much nicer than the one Chris had to sleep in. It was funny, Chris and Matt were like hitting each other, not in a mean way. They tease each other a lot. Ahh, brotherly love. Its funny seeing them wrestle. The next morning we got up at five. We had to drop Chris off at seven. His platoon is X-Ray 1. The very first one. So they left first. It was sad. We didn't see him again until 5:30 p.m. For five minutes. We took a bunch of picutes. I didn't want to let him go, but when the Platoon commanders called the swabs, the swabs had to go.

Its different. I don't get to talk to him or email him. Not until late august. He's so.... grown up. Its different. I miss him so much... You have no idea. He's not a kid anymore. He's in the military. He doesn't really come home anymore. He comes home for holiday visits. Thats it. When he graduates, he goes onto fleet. Its just a harsh reality that hits me and I'm having trouble facing.
Well, I have to go. Mom wants online.
ttyl my peeps
princess

POSTED BY EVIL.EVE AT 8:49 PM

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