At 19, I went to live in the Philippines for three years as a U.S. Air Force 'dependent spouse.' I lived off-base in Angeles City and had to haul water for drinking and cooking.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've traveled all over. I've been to all 50 states. With my dad in the Navy, I lived in the Philippines from nine to 12, and I had dog, monkey, lizard, everything. Then I was in Hawaii, and I'm spear-fishing, catching octopus with my hands.
Upon graduation from high school, following my brother by a couple of years, I joined the U.S. Air Force.
I spent my entire childhood living abroad because of my father's occupation, so we were on long-haul flights all the time.
I spent years overseas. I spent 11 years abroad.
My father was a military attache, so I've been traveling all my life.
I ended up in the Army Air Corps in the Pacific, operating out of Ayuka field in Hawaii.
I joined the air force. I took to it immediately when I arrived there. I did three years, eight months, and ten days in all, but it took me a year and a half to get disabused of my romantic notions about it.
I was in the U.S. about 15 years. Especially in New York. And then I came back to Japan.
I moved from Philadelphia to California when I was 25, after traveling abroad for a year. I thought I'd come home eventually and settle down, but I didn't.
In 1986, when I was 21, I lived in Tokyo for four months, boarding with a Japanese family and working for an American company.