Homesick. Well, schoolsick, actually...

It's been well-documented here that I'm quite pleased with my job. It's a great fit, I've made some amazing friends, and I'm very happy.

Sometimes it makes me kind of sad, though.

Working in a massage school, seeing the students in their close-knit groups and studying anatomy and whatnot, it makes me really miss my classmates.

More specifically, it makes me miss my year at BCMT.

2003 was the best year ever. I was learning, I was growing, I was making life-long friends and connections, and I was going to the best school in the country to do it. My class was extremely close-knit. We laughed all the time. We supported each other through thick and thin. We partied together and studied together. We laid in each other's laps in class and rubbed each other's hands or feet or latissimus dorsis.

I cannot find the words to describe how much I miss that year and that experience, and how badly I wish I could re-live it. Sure, it was hard. I wouldn't be terribly excited to retake my pathophysiology mid-term or my anatomiken final, but it would be worth it to re-live so many of the best moments of my life.

Every day at work when I see the students, I find myself filled with a strange kind of jealousy (school envy?) as I watch them go about their day. Yes, even the ones who seem to hate being in my class. :) Oh, would that I could go back in time to hating my movement class...

*sigh*

I guess I'm homesick for school. Schoolsick, if you will.

On the plus side, I gave a massage to my best friend from BCMT last night, Miss Heidee, which gave me a taste of "back then" just by reminiscing and laughing with her again. I definitely need to see that girl more. I think it'll help with my current condition.

But you can't go backwards, right? All I can do is move forward and bring those memories with me, learning and growing and adding to my human experience. Until someone invents a time machine, of course. Then I am totally going back to January 2003. For the reals.