A series of sad events happened

Well, my aikido dojo might be closed down due to poor attendance rate, and also because my instructor is not able to conduct class at 6 due to his new job requirements. He should be starting a new dojo at HTA - which is favorable to me due to its location - and I might join that dojo when school starts. There is this bitter feeling to its potential closing down, cause afterall PHQ dojo is where I picked up something which I like - though not as intensely as before - and separation from friends whom I have made is inevitable and imminent.

I still can remember vividly, the first time I went to the dojo in my tee-shirt and track pants and without knowing any one from the dojo except for a remotely-connected friend of Vincent. Seeing that everyone training was donned in gi, given my character and the fact that I'll be a misfit, I would definitely have shied away from the class then. I wouldn't have the courage to walk into the class to join them. But fortunately, I manage to muster sufficient courage to. I was then ushered warmly into the fascinating world of aikido, by Bernie (instructor) and the rest (I don't wish to name all), into a world whereby I realised my inability to coordinate my limps well, whereby I am too secular, whereby I feel most alive (ya, hypobole) and whereby I find fun.

I need something to rekindle my passion for aikido.

And I hate narrations. I will not continue with the long chain of other sad events. I feel worst for the breaking-up of my guild. And this post nearly ended up as a draft which I most probably would be too lazy to continue as narrating is very taxing, for me.