reflective half-essay

Okay it's coming to an end soon - for the most of it, it was quite fun, even exciting. Obviously it wasn't ALL good, if not it would be Bali, but other than that, it was seriously much better than expected. I'm not sure how I would be able to adjust to another environment without the people I've been through with so much so far, plus how I still would be detached from my original circle of family and friends for yet another period of time. I feel like I'm writing some reflective essay, and maybe I am, but it's really how other people have put it - I went in not expecting much, yet came out of it bringing plenty.

Many of them, the people I've met and interacted with so much over the few short weeks, they were certainly not perfect. They could do much better with cleaner language, maybe a few pointers on courtesy and etiquette, but who am I to judge. Most of them, I find, would agree that all such good things must come to an end (and a very short and premature end might I add), even as we may not enjoy the routine and regimen of it so much, we certainly enjoyed each other's company as we went through each bit of it, complaining and crapping together. Somehow, a bit of me wishes this would not end but continue on for the rest of the time I have to serve, just remaining on that piece of land up northeast, continuing to do what we do. Pretty aimless, but definitely a lot of fun (it's funny how I find it fun when I'm out, but when I'm in, it isn't really so).