Goin' to Florida

Hey everybody--I get to go home after all! The pilot training officer (PTO, aka the chick who decides what flights we're going to fly) told me that since there aren't going to be any crew chiefs here for me to instruct, it's a little bit pointless to ask me to stick around. We'll have the minimum requirement, and we can get more done along the way, so that's a good thing.

So I get to go hang out at home for ten days with nothing to do, plus I'll have a whole bunch of leave days when I get back from this cruise... enough to spend a month at home--or divided between home and Travis and Heidi's, wherever they might be--and a month looking for a job/working while I'm technically still in the Marine Corps. And getting ready for school. And finding a place to live, wherever I decide to live. And... ...well, anyway, sixty plus days of paid vacation right as you're about to get out of indentured servanthood is a pretty good deal.

I bought two books on architecture as a profession the other day. One is a guide to accredited architectural degree programs, and one is subtitled "A Candid Guide to the Profession."

I'm kinda hoping there's a school around here with a good program.

And I'm also hoping that this is what I'm supposed to do... I still don't know yet. But nothing else (besides the old astronaut idea, which I'm pretty sure isn't going to happen) has held my attention like this architecture thing. I could do a lot of good building stuff. Eco-friendly houses and buildings, for one. Or houses for low-income families that are really really efficient and also homey. I like the idea of building people's homes.

And I could go work in construction and call it on-the-job training. Or professional development. Or something.

I can't believe I'm actually thinking about staying in San Diego.

But I kinda like this not having a plan thing.