Last night on the phone the Sailor was a little bummed out. He rarely gets that way, or if he does he rarely expresses it, so it makes my ears stand up when he does. The jist is that he works where he lives, with a teeny, tiny rack being his only sacred space. He has no privacy and lacks the freedoms we take for granted at home ex: watching whatever you want on TV, or cruising the internet when you're bored, or making food at night when you're hungry. And he's been living this way for 18 months so far, with very little time away.
I hear boredom is a common complaint from those stationed in Key West; fun for a weekend, but you wouldn't want to live there. A lot of guys would partake in the local foolishness by going to restaurants and bars with the unattached crew members. The Sailor doesn't do that, for a few reasons: he's not 21 anymore and it gets boring after awhile, he doesn't want me to worry, and he doesn't want to spend money. He spends so little of the money he works so hard for and leaves it all for us, without ever complaining about what I spend it on. I forget sometimes that this situation is difficult for him too, and that I need to look past my gripes and insecurities and remember that he'd probably sell his left leg to be able to live at home with us again. He definitely makes me want to ring his neck sometimes, but he also has qualities that are lacking in most men these days. He's wonderful and I can't wait to have him home where he belongs.
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