I have really been missing Brent lately -- a lot more than I usually do. That's not to say that I usually don't miss him, because I always miss him . . . but lately it's been killing me that he's a thousand miles away. My mom and aunt drove me back to college today, and we stopped at Ft. Indiantown Gap en route. As I shopped and ate dinner and saw all of the military personnel and dependents getting haircuts or doing their own shopping, I wondered why they should be so lucky to be in Pennsylvania (or the Mid-Atlantic, for that matter), when Brent was all the way out in Montana. Even though I'm sure most of them have family in California or Texas or somewhere far away, and can't be with their loved ones, either. I just wish the Air Force would be more accomodating. On the other hand, I know I should be grateful that he's at least stateside.

I can't believe there are only six more weeks left of Freshman Year. And only five of those weeks consist of class. Where has my life gone?