And so it came to pass, Fall, where sweet winds and chilly rains come and go. Out here, in the wilderness far away from home, I await the day where I get to return to where I had came from. T'is but another season or two to pass, before I have the opportunity to take a trip back to my hometown.
A home away from home, that's where I am now. Where people are cordial and friendly, yet seem distant at times. Nostalgia hits when I see old photographs of people and places that I've met and once been to; I dream of the past, where life was simpler, more jovial, and the people were more familiar. I look forward to the future, where the lightness of day beckons, and the coolness of night heralds. Sitting alone once again in my room, thinking of the words to put on the blog, I can't help but think of the times where I was once part of a great class, 02S35.
Though spread far and wide through the world, we all shared a common past, a common history, a moment in time. A time where Fate brought us a chance encounter that altered our viewpoints, that altered our lives, that altered our reality. A time where we were still together.
In the silence of the moonless night, I sit, and wonder, yearning for a day where we will all meet up once more, to chit and to chat, and to talk of the good days that were past.
