During a conversation out at work today (yes, I was at work on a Saturday, but not in a I'm-stuck-here-for-no-good-reason way, more of a It'll-be-less-painful-to-do-this-with-nobody-else-on-the-computers way), I mentioned (and thereby came to the realization of) that I had lived in my house for more than 9 years (is this sentence confusing enough yet? :)).
Later, I realized that this means that I've been living in this house for longer than my entire time in the Navy (8 years and a few months). All I can say is... it sure doesn't feel like it's been that long. Don't know whether that says more about me as I age or the entire Navy experience, but there you go.
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