13
Jun
It really sucks hugging people goodbye; it sucks worse shaking their hands. I am met with repeated assurances that they’ll see me again, and that’s hopefully true, assuming I do indeed make it back to Chicago by September. (Cross your fingers.) But it won’t be the same. When am I ever again going to stay up until 4 AM discussing whether or not Snakes on a Plane was actually a good movie, whether or not God inhabits the wall in front of me, whether or not art has merit, or just how stupid love is - sometimes all in the same conversation? My understanding is that that stuff quits after college. Every day, I find something else which I didn’t take enough advantage of. I’m not sure how I could have - it isn’t like I wasted tons of time - but it’s still hard, you know?
Sleep now. Tomorrow’s going to be a tough one.
