Feeling disadvantaged. Reading how everyone has worked on their MM, or drove their MM, or even had the oppurtunity to look at their MM on a daily basis. I'm floating around the ocean playing silly war games with planes bouncing on the flight deck. I'm so ready to get home to slide into the driver's seat of my MM, the wife as my co-pilot, baby girl riding in the precious cargo area. Listen to that rumble as it fires up. Pull away from drive and catch the open interstate, open it up a little, just to wonder where the next turn will take us. Take in the views of the passing country side, wondering if people really appreciate what they have. Taking advantage of what I have at home, wishing to stay.