In case I haven't been clear (or, um... saying much of anything at all), I've been in San Diego for the past week, doing a rotation at the Children's Hospital here. Jack got here 2 weeks before I did, which means he'll be leaving a week from now.
And that means I'll have to move, because currently we're staying on the Navy base here-- well, one of them; there are several-- and since I'm not military, I won't be able to stay here once Jack's gone. It's a good deal while it lasts, though. And it's quite interesting to present your ID to a camo-clad Marine every time you want to come home!
Also, this kind of cracks me up:

Nope, definitely not on a ship. But instead of calling the different floors on a building, well, "floors," the Navy calls them "decks." I get a kick out of it every time.
We're staying in the BOQ, which stands for "Bachelor Officer Quarters"-- though in fact you don't have to be a bachelor (obviously) to stay here. (And actually, it's not technically a BOQ-- it's combined bachelor quarters, which means both officers and enlisted can stay here.) It's kind of a cross between a hotel and a dorm. It's a hotel in function-- electronic room keys, private bathrooms, daily housecleaning and fresh towels, etc. But it's definitely more dorm-like in appearance. The carpet and furniture are ancient and kind of ratty, for instance. And we also have the time-honored dorm-room-style painted cinderblock walls:

And the bathroom-- though clean-- is lined with grubby tiles, and the sink and toilet have a vibe more industrial than domestic.

But. One excellent thing about being a military wife whose husband is Navy?
As opposed to other branches of the Armed Forces (I enjoy the joke "Join the Air Force, see the Midwest!"), Jack and I will tend to be sent to slightly more scenic locales, on average.


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