brave new world, yet it's the same old

So yes, I've officially stepped over to the other side, or should I say, made a long pilgrimage back to the more familiar side of the island, with thanks due to the posting. It was bittersweet, knowing that I actually had quite an attractive alternative being taken away from me, but oh well, we make do with what we have. So far, it's been uneventful. We're on course, and the people have really been nice enough, though rumours abound about so-and-so being monstrous and we all go, "Really ah?" - but really, does it matter? I know what it's like to be solely judged on first impressions, or worst, hearsay, so I'm not going to take it all in like a sponge, but see it for myself, and then maybe I'll believe, or maybe I won't. Touch some of the humanity within, everyone's got some to give and show, I say.

Meanwhile, I believe most of us still ache for the presence of the platoon, but already I feel the heartstring-tugging ebbing away. Humans forget, and why shouldn't we, instead of clinging on to something that sometimes can never materialise again. Keeping in touch is never easy, but once we do, it is worth all of its while. And maybe the same feeling may not be relived, but I'm content to rest well in the knowledge that I can still remember enough of that feeling in order to miss it.

Thank you God for all these years, that I can still remember what's most important to me.