I once dreamt of what I believed defined freedom:
Freedom to choose what I want and do as I wish -
To live in foreign lands and uncharted waters,
With a tropcal island added to that list.
To have a new start every year or so
So that I can choose the "who" and "what" in me -
That is the dream that I had once dreamt.
What an innocent hope that was...
For I can now say that I have done all this -
I can say that I am free!
Yet something inside me tells me I am lacking
That part of me which defines my identity.
Because in exchange for adventure and diversity,
I gave up a life of comfort and security.
This is the struggle that we military brats know:
How it feels to live in the world
Yet have no place to call home.