There’s two points in our line, but from my perspective there’s only one. However, pointing out that point proves the point pointless.
Only 29 days before I leave everything behind. The people and places I’ve known all my life will be gone, and I may not come back. Many feelings flow over one another upon this thought, but I am oddly relieved. When I enlisted, I thought there wouldn’t be much sadness, which is understandable since I had nobody at the time, but I shall miss many of you. Most of all, I’ll miss the Creek. I’ve been here as long as I can remember. I’ve spent many nights on the stony banks and listened to the flow of water. I’ve spent endless hours running through forests and climbing through the dirt. I think that’s what I’ll miss most, the feeling of dirt between my toes and leaves in my hair. Alas, all children grow up and fall from the nest. Whether I crash or fly is yet to be discerned. I’ll miss you either way.