I had a really great weekend....the kind that reminds me how to smile.
My college was having its reunions weekend....it was really me and the same friends I see every day, but somehow being back on campus and having it as our own again was really...a great sigh of relief. We stayed up half the night, I injured myself in a great storm of golfballs and listened to the rain of them clattering down the road.
At 2:30 am we snuck into our old dorm and slept in our old beds....it was so strangely normal waking up to the same dorm I slept in a decade ago. Like time had folded back over and set me loose in my own past.
I felt free.
I can't get over it really.
But then it's sad and bittersweet when I remember I can't have the same weekend every weekend.
So now there is me. I've learned how to smile again, but I feel really sad. I need to come up with some adventures that don't rely on me reflecting on past lives I can't begin anew!
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infinity:
Sleeping in your old college bed must have been rather interesting since it probably brought back memories and made you feel like you were somewhere between now and then. All of that would be especially true if you stayed in the same place for multiple years. I stayed somewhere different for each of the 5 years that I was on campus, the places and years were all very distinct.
nerina:
have some adventures involving visiting me. Those are the best adventures, I promise.