Actually, I'm writing from another teeny, tiny hotel room. One with wi-fi and a nice bed. But that's all aside from the point.
We've left Alabama, and our teeny, tiny room.
I won't miss the room.
I will miss my friends. It's something that I love and hate about this military life -constantly making friends and then leaving them. Not everyone can understand how it is that I can feel so close to a group of people that I barely met -but there it is, and I can't explain it. There are "kindred spirits" everywhere as my friend Anne might say.
My New Friends,
I hope to see you again, travel safe, and God bless.