Monday, June 26, 2006
Continuous Upheaval
Towards the end of the school year work piled up the way it does when you know you've had to do something but keep putting it off. Like the 30 minute presentation and 15 page paper for cosmology that I had known about since just after spring break and instead decided to start at 10:00 PM the night before, same goes for the 12 page sociology paper that had been due the friday before that which I powered through with the help of 24 oz. monster energy drink at 2:00 AM. Long story short, I got all stressed out about that stuff and was relieved to go home and get in some down time.
When I got home, for the first couple days I spent a cloudy weekend out on the island with the HMIers catching up before they drove off to california to raft all summer. That completed, it became my mission to see everyone and sort of pick up where we left off last January/December and August before that. It soon became clear that everyone was different, I was different, and picking up where we left off just didn't work. On top of that, it's hard to meet new people when you already know them. Home is certainly awkward, leaving a small void in my night life that I can't wait to replace with 307 of Sears and suite 400B of Diman.
Funny thing is, when I get back to school, everyone will be different, I'll be different, and I may just pine for the good old summer to be back.
Change is difficult, people spend all of their time in life trying to situate, it's human nature. You can't really be comfortable with a place or even begin to call it home until you've established a routine. Even the nomadic life is routine oriented, move with the seasons, continuity and township would upset the transient. I have a base desire to reestablish what I used to have, but at the same time I want to visit all of my college friends and just meet their friends and families that I don't know - to branch out. In a way I have left a good piece of myself behind from high school, you know when you're trying to figure out what you want to do for an evening and whose name comes up first in your phone book.
I'm doing spring cleaning of my friends, but every now and then I find and old notebook that I discarded a long time ago whom I should call again.
When I got home, for the first couple days I spent a cloudy weekend out on the island with the HMIers catching up before they drove off to california to raft all summer. That completed, it became my mission to see everyone and sort of pick up where we left off last January/December and August before that. It soon became clear that everyone was different, I was different, and picking up where we left off just didn't work. On top of that, it's hard to meet new people when you already know them. Home is certainly awkward, leaving a small void in my night life that I can't wait to replace with 307 of Sears and suite 400B of Diman.
Funny thing is, when I get back to school, everyone will be different, I'll be different, and I may just pine for the good old summer to be back.
Change is difficult, people spend all of their time in life trying to situate, it's human nature. You can't really be comfortable with a place or even begin to call it home until you've established a routine. Even the nomadic life is routine oriented, move with the seasons, continuity and township would upset the transient. I have a base desire to reestablish what I used to have, but at the same time I want to visit all of my college friends and just meet their friends and families that I don't know - to branch out. In a way I have left a good piece of myself behind from high school, you know when you're trying to figure out what you want to do for an evening and whose name comes up first in your phone book.
I'm doing spring cleaning of my friends, but every now and then I find and old notebook that I discarded a long time ago whom I should call again.
