So, this Saturday, I attended my undergrad alma mater's Homecoming for the first time since 2005. So, three years ago. I was 23, I mooched off of my parents' tailgate, attended a party at the theater, got drunk, and slept on campus.
This year, I had a group of out-of-town friends come to my house on Friday night. We got up at 7AM to drive to the college, planned and executed a fabulous tailgate, and went back to my place fairly early and fairly sober. We proceeded to sit around in my living room, discussing life plans, memories and politics, and generally cracking each other up.
I suppose what I'm saying is: I am no longer in it for the drinking, the craziness, the lack of remembering. I am in it for the people and the memories. I have a fantastic group of friends. Their only bad quality? Some of them live too ding-dang-god far away.
In other life news, I'm busy as anything. I'm lost but not too lost. I'm open to possibilities. I'm generating creative output (yay, NaNoWriMo). I'm reconnecting. I'm planning. I'm decorating. I'm dreaming. I'm marvelling at all the things that change and those, of course, that stay exactly the same.
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