Somewhere in the Pacific is an autobiographical reflection on deployment, distance, and the strange experience of living aboard the USS Ronald Reagan while surrounded by thousands of miles of open ocean.
 
During my two deployments, the Pacific became more than a place on a map.
 
It became the horizon outside the ship.
 
It became the salt in the air, the endless blue, the darkness of the ocean at night, and the sun rising over water with no land anywhere in sight.
 
Life aboard an aircraft carrier continued regardless of where we were. There were watches to stand, work to complete, passageways to walk, meals to eat, and whatever sleep could be found between responsibilities. Aircraft operated above us. Machinery worked beneath us. Thousands of sailors lived inside a floating city that never truly stopped moving.
 
And beyond its steel walls was the Pacific.
 
Somewhere in the Pacific explores what it feels like to realize just how far away from home you really are.
 
At home, people continue living their ordinary lives. They go to work. They make plans. They celebrate birthdays and holidays. They sleep in their own beds.
 
Meanwhile, deployment creates another kind of existence.
 
Home isn't down the road.
 
It isn't in the next town or even the next state.
 
Home is somewhere beyond the horizon—and then beyond another horizon after that.
 
There were moments when I could stand outside and simply look across the water. No buildings. No traffic. No familiar landmarks. Just ocean meeting sky.
 
At night, that same ocean could become completely black beneath a sky filled with stars while the USS Ronald Reagan continued moving through the darkness.
 
Those moments stay with you.
 
This song remembers the younger sailor who once stood aboard that ship looking toward an endless horizon without knowing exactly how those experiences would become part of the woman she would eventually be.
 
Two deployments.
 
Thousands of miles.
 
Countless watches, sunsets, sunrises, and days at sea.
 
The ship kept moving.
 
The ocean kept moving.
 
And somewhere along the way, I was changing too.
 
Sometimes I can still see that younger version of myself standing there—
somewhere in the Pacific.