My wish to just be in school all the time is being fulfilled to some degree for awhile. I’m staying with a friend who goes to Guilford and the other night found us–after an hour of getting to know the WGSS department, and discussing how they should be the SWAG department instead–in the library with a clutch of people writing finals and studying and goofing off and doing all the assorted things you do in the last week of a semester.
I spent this past weekend at homecoming. If you’d asked my a few months ago whether I would go to homecoming any time in the near future the answer would’ve been a resounding no. Letting time accumulate between you and something is vital to appreciating it when you go back. A month later and a place isn’t special yet. It has to accumulate nostalgia.
But because of this adventure I’m in the middle of I was in the area, and someone else had made all the plans, so I figured, why not? At least it had been more than a year. And sixteen months did turn out to be enough time for me to approach that place with a new perspective and a healthy helping of nostalgia.
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