Mass Chaos

I guess it’s surprising some people that the replacements for the CAOC are showing up tonight.

I came into work today to find mass confusion taking over as to who was working what job, who was living where, and how we were getting them from the airport.  The good news is that they are, in fact, getting here tonight—so the final process of getting out of this place is underway.  It’s kind of cool, actually, although it tends to suck at the same time.  The Air Force way of doing business is that we swap out 80% of the personnel here every four months.  As I said in a previous post, it tends to get pretty chaotic here until the transition is complete.  Billeting jams up, everyone on the base gets a roommate, and every position is manned by two people rather than one.  The whole process takes roughly three weeks as people flow back and forth.  I am lucky enough that I was slated on one of the first ones out of here, so I should miss the majority of the mayhem.

This place has a strange ability to change people, myself included.  I am just eager to begin the journey back to my old life, my old self.    Spending four months away from everything that is important to you has a way of removing one’s identity, even though, in reality, it never goes anywhere—you do.  I need to get back to that—to my family, to my life.  To my 8-5 job, to my Harley, to making playsets again.

It’s time for me to go.