All I can tell you is: SAN DIEGO. I don't care if it's an auxiliary shit tender, life as a SWO will be a lot easier to deal with if you're in SoCal.
I drove home after another prison shower room that was my daily SWO life, hating everything. But it's sunny and 75, just like it was the day before. There's tanned young honeys in scanty bikinis Rollerblading through Mission Bay Park. There's a bug-fuck crazy guy on the corner in PB offering to share his roach with the SDPD traffic guy. There's a Pacifico with your name on it at any one of a dozen really good restaurants. By the time you get home...balance has returned.
I don't know how the poor fucks in Norfolk do it.