Start of a New Day(Well, Blog)

My own personal thoughts I have running around my head, that's what this is. There is just so much going on there that I have to put it somewhere. Keeping a journal seems a waste of an experience. After all, experiences are meant to be shared. It's how we grow. And boy, do I have some growing to do. Facebook just isn't right, either. It seems a shame to share this with people who probably already know almost everything about me. They don't have a fresh perspective. And sometimes, to solve a problem, you need someone from the outside.

To start off, I'm a Marine's girl. My boyfriend, who will now be known from now on as Bear, is in the United States Marines. That's right. A devil dog, a jarhead, a leather neck, and all those nicknames I call him with the utmost adoration. We went to high school together and were best friends all the way through. It wasn't till senior year that we decided "Hey, maybe this could work." And we started dating. It was easy (at least now I perceive it as easy). Then he joined the USMC (Us Marines Corps for those of you who don't know). All the sudden, life hit me (as it seems to hit all young people at a certain point). That's when I knew. It was time to grow up.

At first, I was scared. Bear would be going into one of the most dangerous jobs I could think of. Then I was proud. Not just becasue he was my boyfriend or a Marine, but because he wanted to DO something with his life. I realized he could have decided to be a farmer (Note: Not saying farmer's aren't great. They are. I was just trying to find something at the opposite end of the spectrum.) and I would have still been proud. The pride and faith in him just seem to push all the fear into the background.

Boot camp faster than either of us thought. It was letters exchanged through the mail, each one keeping me going. There was no phone calls or texting; no facebook or myspace. It was, in a word, torture. I went from spending a couple of hours each day with him to never seeing his face or hearing his voice. Boy, did I take quite a few things for granted. Probably still do. It's a curse of being young. I'm working on it.

Now, he's done with boot camp. He's a Marine. And now, I'm a Marine's girl. We're a special kind of breed. Tough and stubborn to the bone. As strong as the Marines we wait for. These are the thoughts that run through my mind as I grow and become strong as one, a girlfriend of a United States Marine.

Semper Fi (Always Faithful),
Damia