Far away from the memories, of the people who care if I live or die.

I definitely have a chronic lack of sleep. Recently, the desire to go to bed has waned. I’m becoming Batman.

I’m feeling a sadness, but it’s a good kind of sadness, a contemplative sadness.

Our cohort is now entering a period of separation, where many of us are going our separate ways.

Friends who are girls will be studying. Some will study in places where you have to take a plane to meet them. Others, thankfully a bus ride away.

Friends who are guys, will be all over the place, at the whim of the Central Manpower Base.

Some, I can hardly meet up with, OCTs with their hectic schedules.

Others, SCTs with whom I’ve had the fleeting joy when I get to converse through brief meetings when our companies brush by each other. Not any more, after today’s posting order.

There’s that low feeling that you are getting further and further away from the people you care for, the people you like to be with, the people who are your friends.

I also find in myself, this small anticipation in knowing in two years, the women will return, the men will ORD, and all of us, will be all grown up, young, but not youth.

But, closer again.

: )

One thought on “Far away from the memories, of the people who care if I live or die.

  1. i got chopped off from my age group over a year ago.HAHA.
    think I know how you feel.I THINK?

    ahh well – all the best with everything~

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