It's weird how Monterey has been on my mind lately, I haven't been there in ages but I can practically taste the Compagno's sandwich. I spent two years of my life there, had a near fatal surfing accident and fell in love for the first time. So many memories tied to a single place. Like sneaking out to Asilomar at 3am to watch the meteor shower, getting drunk and befriending hobos on the beach, smoking blacks because I loved the smell of cloves. At one point the only thing that kept me sane was surfing in that freezing cold water; I would go every day after class and try to catch a few waves before the sun went down and hypothermia set in.
I'd go down to Cannery Row on the weekends and mingle with the tourists. I loved those souvenir shops the most; I must have sent my Grandpa Rutha at least a dozen postcards.
I remember the day I left Monterey behind, everything piled into the Bat Mobile (RIP, you rusty piece of junk). I was so excited to leave, to get to Texas and really start my military career. I never thought I would miss that place as much as I do these days. Maybe I'm just missing the ocean mixed with a little bit of nostalgia but with my orders coming up in the next few months there might be an opportunity to head on back to Monterey for awhile. Will I take it? Maybe but probably not, not if it means switching jobs and PCS'ing to Georgia down the line. But who knows, time will tell what life has in store for me in these coming months.
It's weird how Monterey has been on my mind lately, I haven't been there in ages but I can practically taste the Compagno's sandwich. I spent two years of my life there, had a near fatal surfing accident and fell in love for the first time. So many memories tied to a single place. Like sneaking out to Asilomar at 3am to watch the meteor shower, getting drunk and befriending hobos on the beach, smoking blacks because I loved the smell of cloves. At one point the only thing that kept me sane was surfing in that freezing cold water; I would go every day after class and try to catch a few waves before the sun went down and hypothermia set in. 
I'd go down to Cannery Row on the weekends and mingle with the tourists. I loved those souvenir shops the most; I must have sent my Grandpa Rutha at least a dozen postcards. 
I remember the day I left Monterey behind, everything piled into the Bat Mobile (RIP, you rusty piece of junk). I was so excited to leave, to get to Texas and really start my military career. I never thought I would miss that place as much as I do these days. Maybe I'm just missing the ocean mixed with a little bit of nostalgia but with my orders coming up in the next few months there might be an opportunity to head on back to Monterey for awhile. Will I take it? Maybe but probably not, not if it means switching jobs and PCS'ing to Georgia down the line. But who knows, time will tell what life has in store for me in these coming months.
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