Georgia Summer

It's hot and humid in Georgia, night or day, rain or shine. It almost feels as if you're walking through an invisible cloud. Everything feels damp, hair, clothes, the things you touch. I wonder how it can be so hot with so much water in the air. If it gets any more humid will I get water in my lungs?
The sun sets green and gold over the lake near my father-in-law's as my husband and I walk hand and hand in the warm evening breeze. I can hear our dog, B'rux, panting as she trots beside us. Her ears perk from time to time and she cocks her head from one side to the other as fireflies wink in and out of the blue shadows between trees and beneath Kudzu vines. The Cicada's wake up to click their distinct cries into the fading light.
And I find that I'm okay here. With my hand in my husband's bigger, hotter, hand and even as uncomfortable as I am (I really don't like being damp, wet or dry please) I'm okay. I don't need anything, but maybe a glass of cold water when we get back to the house. I'm not dwelling on the things I want, like a decent plate of Sashimi, fried Tako, or a bowl of creme of asparagus soup like they made in Germany. I'm okay here.
Tomorrow I'll wake up, exercise till I cry, and hate where I am, want a place of my own and wish for the food I ate overseas.
But for now, I'm okay, my soul is calm.
It's a nice change... I think I might just like it. (^_^)

The World Cup, Weltmeisterschaft!!!!!

I've been slightly fanatical about the World Cup this last week. Right now, as I'm typing I'm also watching the game between Honduras and Chile. It's like watching acrobats without tight ropes and other height implements. I like it!
The best game so far has been the game between Japan and Camaroon. I really got into it. Maybe because I feel that a little part of me is still in Japan, maybe because I have little faith in the American team, whatever the reason it was an especially exiting game for me.
Actually, Germany has a special place in my heart. I actually almost cried when I found out I'd missed the game between Germany and Australia. I even started going through bags and boxes to find my Deutschland (<-- "Germany" in German) hat.
Everything I feel while watching the World Cup reminds me of some of the blogs and FB status messages that my friend Norie has posted recently. I'm and American, it says so on my passport, on my birth certificate, my parents are American. But, I don't feel like an American, I don't think like an American all the time. In fact, many many times I think and feel like a foreigner, not only to myself but to the people around me. The more I think about it, the more I realize I have no country; No 'homeland'. My culture was Never the American culture, it was my family and the church we went to. Without my parents and siblings I felt lost, but I still had the same kind of church to go to. Now, with moving around all the time and various other issues, I don't even have much of a 'church home'. So, what do I hold onto? What group do I fit into?
As humans we're always trying to fit in, and always trying to stand out. I don't think we know what we want. We categorize people for quick access to understanding or knowledge, but we get upset when some one stereotypes us. We want the best of both worlds; to have the comfort and security of a group of similar people around us but stand out as a unique individual.
I just want to be able to tell people in a few words who and what I am. But I don't even have the words.
Reading my friend's blog and FaceBook stuff has made me realize that I've been running and hiding from the question of culture now that I'm back in America. I don't want to be an American but I'm not German enough to be German, or Japanese enough to be Japanese. Maybe that's the problem, I don't want to be an American.

Herding Kittens

Is not as hard as you think it might be. My husband and I did it yesterday. Really. There were 5 kittens that followed us around yesterday while we went on our walk. They were super cute. We had to trick them to leave so that my father in law didn't end up with even more pets than he already has, you see he's a big softy when it comes to cute fuzzy things.
We even gave some of the kittens names for the fun of it; well all of them actually. The first two looked identical, were super sweet, and meowed so much we named them AM and FM. There was a little calico kitten who was the smallest but acted like a little tough guy... so I just called him Tough Guy. A black and white one looked like a kiss member, Jesse called it Star Child. And lastly a little floofy red one with black spots that bounded around everything and jumped over all his siblings, Spring. They were fun to walk with... I think I want to be a cat lady when I get old now.
*laughs*
It was a good day.
Still fighting with the computer. It's a never ending man vs. machine battle royal. But Dagnabit I'm going to get some pictures and videos up on this blog eventually.

Computer FAIL

As the title of this PSA states it'll be a little bit longer before I can post what I want to.
Bleh.
But so far nothing amazing has happened.
It's hot and muggy. I'm allergic to something in my brother in law's house. I still have random freak out moments where I think I'm pregnant for no reason I can come up with; ironically it usually hits me within a few days of my period.
Otherwise I have little to report. Unless you peoples would like a play by play of our D&D games.
If so let me know.
Joy and Peace to you All!!!

The Long Pause is Over

I'm sorry I had an extended absence. Life at my face and not in a good way.
Here in the next day or two I plan on putting up somethings that were meant to get put up earlier on but never got from the camera to the computer.
Besides, looking back is fun sometimes.
Hindsight is 20/20 and all that, right?
Anyways, I hope you enjoy my next few posts even if they're not completely recent.
I love you all in a special way, and miss you something fierce. I say that sentence with complete and total honesty.
Till Later, Rem

The Long Haul

The road before me is so long
Strewn with stones and hidden holes
Deceptively close crystal springs
And clouds that both loom and float fluffily by.
I'm in the Long Haul
That place between Here and There
Nowhere near an End or a place called My Own.
This place they call the Long Haul is filled with adventure
or fear.
Moments of Bliss spread their petals near Choking Worry
and Laughing Lilies float on Pools of Tears.
I love and hate this place that I'm in,
Longing for a home yet I'll want to go back again.
That my time in the Long Haul won't last is both a comfort and a sorrow,
but for now I'll content myself merely with this day then the next.

Ode to the Internet

One never really realizes how much they lean on something until it is gone.
The beauty goes unnoticed, it's value ignored, until it disappears.
Oh Internet! How I have missed you!
Your helping hand when I am in doubt, the gift of laughter Youtube brings, the joy of reading my friend's Facebook satus.
How did I ever live without you?!


Well, I did.

And it sucked.

The computers on base have been KIA lately, I won't even start on a complain train about the situation at my in-laws.

Things are going quite smoothly. It kind of has me worried. Right now, though, I'm enjoying it.
In other news, I've been playing Final Fantasy IX, loving it, and drooling over every single Final Fantasy XII commercial and/or display I see. Come Christmas, if I don't have it by then, I'm going to get a little random job anywhere I can get one and buy it (PS3 included)! Buwahahahaha!
Which brings to mind a request for my friends and family: If any one comes across a Chocobo pattern to make a stuffed animal please send it/or the link my way.
My husband is obsessed with them. Keeping that in mind I'm going to make him one; I'm still working out the details and kinks. Hopefully I can figure it out by May 1st.

For those of you who are interested my itenerary for life is as follows: Pass through Georgia and pick up stuff on our way to Texas. Get a house/appartment/TLF room. GET INTERNET! Train, work, train. Move to San Antonio. Fly to Fairchild for 2 days (Jesse, not me). Back to Charleston.
For my Pals at O.C. that means I can visit at some point.

As of right now, things are still in the mix. Offices are waiting for eachother to make the first move. I'm still living out of a suitcase 6 months into my Marriage. I'll be happy when this is all over and is fond memory rather than daunting future.