I wouldn't say my time in the military put my life on hold, if anything I learned more in the four years I was in than most kids coming outta high school learn for the next eight years. Oh, it wasn't all for education, most of it was life lessons. How to buy a car, the fact that bills are plentiful and need to be paid, people are shit. The classic life lessons that early adulthood hammers into you, ya know?
When I get home I'm headed for a trade school, gonna learn to be a lineman before anything else. I wanted to be an author, but Hell, I need a stable base to work off of. I can always write in my off time like I do now. If there's one thing I've learned though it's I have to keep that spark alive, that dream going, or it'll die and I'll be stuck doing a meaningless hobby for twenty years before I lose patience with life and go postal.
My old man's picking me up from the airport, and according to him we're immediately going to a tap house to get drunk. I have no clue on why, seeing as it'll be a Thursday and it's not like we haven't seen each other for awhile, I was home in October for my brother's graduation. But whatever, if it's what he wants to do, I'll do it. It's all about family with me.