I went to drill tonight for the first time since May. This will probably be the last drill I go to before I leave, and that damn near breaks my heart.
Big Chief took this picture from the back, in the middle of Nathan's video. This is actually a lot like the first drill I went to, back in 2009. In fact, I have spent a LOT of time in this classroom, in a set up just like this. At least 300 hours in the last two years.
The hardest part about leaving is the people. I remember that from moving away from Washington the first time. I don't remember the move from California. I mean, I was five. But, Washington damn near broke my heart, and I honestly think Juneau might be worse.
My friends from high school are gone, most of them, and more power to them there. I only have a few friends from college that I'll actually miss. But these people? The fire department stepped in for me when I didn't know what I was doing, and these are the people who helped turn me into an adult. I know I've got a long way to go before I'm done, but they started the process, and it's killing me to leave.
This is family, in a way that actual family doesn't really compare.