Has anyone ever told you that you have a voice for blogging? Yea, me neither, and I don’t have the slightest idea what that might infer or anything… Not one bit. But, from this day on, I will have a voice for blogging! It’s time to get this show on the road, finally, because I haven’t procrastinated with it enough.

As I sit here trying to decide how on Earth I am supposed to write about my life without sounding the least bit conceited, I have discovered that I am quite the “Night Owl.” To most, this may not seem like a problem. However, I suffer the consequences of a toddler waking me up at the wee hours of 7 in the morning regardless of the time I actually lay my head to sleep. This doesn’t always pose as a problem in my eyes, but there is generally only so much coffee or espresso you should have in one day to function. At least, this is what I hear.

Today you are in luck! Seeing as it was technically Tuesday when I was starting the post, today will be a travel post! I’ve been talking for nearly a decade about how I need to start writing out my travels before I start getting hot flashes and can’t sit still long enough to write something witty, or attach pretty pictures. But, my friends, today is the day! Me and my procrastinating self have set forth to share a story with you…

Once Upon a Time,

I was in my youthful year, also known as 19. I had just completed my 16 weeks of training to become a medic in the U.S. Army. An army veteran and medic that turned wedding photographer… say what?! Hot Dog. Yes, I just said “Hot Dog,” I try my best to keep myself from cursing… it generally works out pretty well. You’ll just have to excuse the lame phrases used in exchange throughout your readings. Well, I sure did, but that is a story for another day.

Any who, this lucky duck… mwah, was given the opportunity to be stationed in Germany for my first duty station. What do you know, not only did I get the dream job I wanted in the military, but I also got my dream location. To be honest, I’m pretty sure I was a giant turd bucket to those recruiter dudes… I remember walking into that station telling them exactly what job I was expecting, and that I wouldn’t be joining unless I got it. I lucked out and got it anyway, “Thank the Gods.”  Not only did I walk in with that determination, but I swore up and down to those recruiters that I was going to get stationed in Germany as my first duty station. “The odds were ever in my favor,” again. I truly do thank God for all of these “happenings” though. I remember spending each walk back and forth from that recruit station praying for those two things to end up happening, and when they did… my heart was so happy!

But, back to the story…

One of my first weekends being in Germany, I decided to take a walk outside of the gate and visit the quaint little town known as Vilseck. Please keep in mind, these were all point and shoot camera shots throughout all of my Europe/UK adventures, just re-edited by me recently. I didn’t pick up a camera that included a manual mode until I moved back to America. But hey, the best camera is the one you have in your hand right?!

Here are the images:

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