Becoming a Sailor.
On December 25, 2013 I began a relationship. His name was King, he had green eyes, 6’ 2, 4 tattoos and he was a United States Sailor. He wasn’t exactly my typical kind of boyfriend. I was very skeptical about going out with him in general. But in the end he convinced me. He was different, not that of different in which “he’s the one”. His attitude and demeanor wasn’t something that I’ve experienced before. On our first date, he told me everything I needed to know about him. His life story. He talked a lot about our future, but I was used to that. It didn’t phase me much, military guys that just came home from active duty usually just want companionship and stability. But I knew that we weren’t going to go far in the relationship. I didn’t get that feeling of safety around him. So I took in what I could get. He told me he hated his time in the Navy, but I got out a couple of good memories. A lot of times we watched movies in his room, a lot of war movies if not Disney. I would always ask him questions and he would be more than willing to answer them. I remember one time, when we were in his car driving, I asked him about women joining the navy, and different jobs available. He went on and on for a long time, and that conversation is what brought back my feelings about joining the military. I started reading books, watching movies, and doing research of my own. Clearly I wasn’t going to tell him what I was doing, this I had to keep to myself. Years ago I was planning on joining the Coast Guard, but went to college instead. But now, I was here stuck, in my current situation waiting for a call from the NYPD that I honestly didn’t want. I didn’t want to be stuck in New York for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to be forced to get my bachelors because that’s the only thing left to do and have to do it at a local college, pay thousands of dollars and be miserable doing so. I needed adventure, I needed to leave and I NEEDED change.
So that’s what I did.
After not even 3 months with King, we broke up. I wanted to remain friends, because I knew I would need his support in my decision, I would need his help, eventually. I still haven’t gotten what I want, but hopefully he can give it to me before I leave. So without the help of anyone, without telling anyone, I contacted a recruiter and started the process.
On April 9, 2014 I swore in, to become a United States Sailor. On April 9th, I became part of America’s Navy. On April 9 2014 my life changed forever.
Since then, I clearly told my friends and family. For the most part, I am overwhelmingly supported by all. I am beyond excited, and proud to be going into the US Navy. My ship date is September 30, 2014. Yes, I plan on making this a career. No, I don’t plan on leaving. You may think I’m crazy, but that’s what makes me, me. I’ve never felt more anxious, and honored to become part of something so big.