Basic Military Training... What an experience. I am currently writing from insidethe walls of the prison known as Lackland AFB, sitting on my bunk. I have 36 hours until the Airman's Run starts, which will be the first time I get to see my family in two months. I've gained 11 pounds in muscle, so I'm pretty positive they won't recognize me. I'm a new man.
I write about gratitude so much already but this experience has given me that much more to be thankful for. I never realized how vital blueberry muffins were to my well-being. I've never needed a Skype coffee date with my sister, Lauren, more. And I never knew that pooping would be the closest thing to alone time that I could get.
I thank God for getting to be a part of this family known as the Air Force. I will be taken care of in every way possible. Like seriously. As long as I'm in the Air Force I will be totally taken care of. It's such an empowering feeling knowing that, from here on out, I am the determining factor in where I go in life. The fact that I didn't have much growing up doesn't matter anymore because now I get paid salary. If I get sick, I can go to the doctor, get seen immediately, and not ever have to pay a dime for a co-pay. I'll even get an annual clothing allowance of $700.00 so I can get a brand new wardrobe annually.
I have never felt so limitless in my entire life. I am so excited about my life right now. When I have more time to write about the best and the worst parts of BMT, I will. Until then this little post will have to do. I love you all and I can't wait to tell you all about my integration into military life.
Con Mucho Amor,
K
