Monday, August 12, 2013

Together with this gloomy weather are the gloomy feelings for the best summer of my life so far.

I miss OJT.

I miss the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I run towards the loading area of jeepneys going to places wherever my mentor asks me to. I miss the infinite questions popping on my brain as I listen to public authorities discuss their issues. I miss the heat of the sun on my skin as I cross the pedestrian from one beat to another.

I miss work.

I miss the crime stories, investigations, and follow-ups. I miss the people, basically everyone I met. I miss the places—MMDA Press Office and Makati Central Police Station—I went to every day. I miss the activities, coverages, and travels.

I miss everything.

I can’t wait longer to graduate from college and start real work in the real world.