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Never fails, I look at this journal on a whim (like a work avoiding whim) and feel a twinge on sentimental joy/sadness. Livejournal itself was like a friend for a while, even without the great people to comment and comment on. I need to find myself an active blog community and start writing again.
I am leaving Muncie, Indiana in two weeks (thank the sweet lord!) and am off to Cleveland. Actually might get a doc degree in counseling psychology and urban studies at Cleveland State University. I got into the program at least. Now a further four year school slog. But back in the city! My girlfriend is getting a masters in human resources from Ohio State, so I'll get to be in Columbus a couple of times a month. Walking around OSU campus with her is going to feel like eating some giant psychological apple pie.
Going back to Columbus feels so profoundly comfortable that I wonder if my memory of Muncie is going to be a sort of hazy, empty dream. One of those sort of husk thoughts that you are unsure about the reality of. I don't hate anything about it, rather there has just been nothing memorable about it. Feelings of stress followed by absences of feelings of stress. People are memorable - but I took all of my close friends to Columbus' Community Festival a few weeks ago, so as to transfer them to a new context, and it seemed to work. I don't even care to go anywhere in Muncie the last few weeks!
Anyways. Just thought I'd drop by Mr. Livejournal, been a while since we talked.
I am leaving Muncie, Indiana in two weeks (thank the sweet lord!) and am off to Cleveland. Actually might get a doc degree in counseling psychology and urban studies at Cleveland State University. I got into the program at least. Now a further four year school slog. But back in the city! My girlfriend is getting a masters in human resources from Ohio State, so I'll get to be in Columbus a couple of times a month. Walking around OSU campus with her is going to feel like eating some giant psychological apple pie.
Going back to Columbus feels so profoundly comfortable that I wonder if my memory of Muncie is going to be a sort of hazy, empty dream. One of those sort of husk thoughts that you are unsure about the reality of. I don't hate anything about it, rather there has just been nothing memorable about it. Feelings of stress followed by absences of feelings of stress. People are memorable - but I took all of my close friends to Columbus' Community Festival a few weeks ago, so as to transfer them to a new context, and it seemed to work. I don't even care to go anywhere in Muncie the last few weeks!
Anyways. Just thought I'd drop by Mr. Livejournal, been a while since we talked.