New.

New stepping stone on life's trail, new haircut, new job, new home(if, you can call this a home) and new Blog.  I've been out on my own for almost a year now.  I joined the Navy.  First mistake? We'll see.  All I know the the word "new".  Life is built on two feelings.  Comfort, and discomfort.  You make like the idea of "new", but honestly, its uncomfortable.  Its not broken in, and has you begging to ask questions.  Since I've graduated I've gotten a lot of new things.  New found love. <3 New life, new sense of freedom.. at first, "new" sounds perfect so you want it, but then you get lost, you don't know what is happening because you don't know "new" or understand what "new" is.  It can be scary I'll admit.  My new life is very different from my old one and it hasn't been easy adjusting, but what choice to I have.  Adjust or be miserable. Okay..? "Step back in line Borchert." "Aye aye asshole" I don't know how to put this simply without sounding like everyone else, but... if your life isn't broken.. don't fuck with it.  I had perfection. Sure I knew all good things end but.. I didnt learn that the hard way, instead I saw "new' and traded everything for it.  Like a big reboot button my life and everything up to that point no longer mattered.  Thing is, i was wrong.  I left love, friends and life.. "New" hasn't replaced any of that.  It only waves it in front of my face as a reminder of what I've lost.  The Navy was my decision.  Make money, travel the world, have sex with countless women around the world. Funny how falling love changes you life.  Now I'm on a journey to Central Cali for the next few years where I'll see nothing and spend all my money trying to fly home when I can to see the love of my life who will most likely be to busy to spend time with me.  Winning?  I figure one day it'll all pay off but for now, this roller coaster couldn't go any slower and every agonizing day just bleeds into the next. "New" haha, God's perfect plan. We'll see..