The last two days hae passed impossibly slowly. The heavy cloud of my family's departure seemed to have dragged down the passage of time. It's still painful, but the days pass slightly faster now, so it's not ALL doom and gloom.

September will roll around by the end of next week, and Mom's most probably coming back not long after that. She has to bring my travel documents and sort out the whole deal with the tenants.

Not to mention she has to attend my POP.

Gotta go clean out my locker now. Write more later.
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One of my squadmates just said something that lifted my spirits. 20 more days to POP. We're also starting to learn the 9th Infantry cheer, whcih is used only during POP.

It's all coming to an end and I could be happier.

And now, to wait for my ORD...
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Maybe the family's visit had rekindled the depression in me. I feel vacant, meaningless. Depressed beyond all measure during my free time. Again.

I can't contemplate doing ANYTHING except write in this notebook or call home.

I'll go plan my vacation now.