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I'm home. It's warm and sunny. I've unpacked (i.e. I've taken everything out of my suitcases and dumped it on my floor). Went out to a nice lunch with mom this afternoon. Renewed my driver's license. I know I'm in California when driving to the DMV is a joyous experience.
Driving. Music. Sun. In the words of Dave Eggers:
"Past the surfers, through the eucalyptus forest before Half Moon Bay, birds swooping up and over then back, circling around us--they too, for us!--then the cliffs before Seaside--then flat for a little while, then a few more bends and can you see this motherfucking sky? I mean, have you fucking been to California?"
Senior week was odd. I expect next year to be better. The only person I really said a distinct goodbye to was Chris. He was pretty broken up about it all... carrying the last of everything out to the car. I find it hard to say goodbye to people, not for emotional reasons but because no one really likes to acknowledge that any meeting will be their last. I saw a few seniors and other people for the last time earlier in the week, but no one is willing to admit that it is probably goodbye because we like to keep the illusion that we'll make the effort to track them down for one final farewell later on. And that rarely happens. Which is fine. I also forgot to make note of the last night I slept in my dorm room, or of the last meal-plan meal I consumed, but I guess that's not much of a big deal.
I have a new phone (Verizon) but the same phone number, so that's convenient for you all. But it took forever reprogramming my phone book this morning. I cut out a few people that I never talk to anymore, but I also kept a lot of those people because if I parred it down to only the people I call my phone book would have decreased from 50 to 5, and that made me feel lame.
Work starts tomorrow. They've hired 3 interns for the summer, and we've all been friends since kindergarten. I'm the intern in Children's Services, and I think the others are in more administrative branches. That'll be fun, at least during lunch breaks and after work. Maybe I should thank my friend's mom, the CEO. But it's a good job, a legitimate job, I'll get paid a lot, and I'm qualified. So it doesn't bother me.
Driving. Music. Sun. In the words of Dave Eggers:
"Past the surfers, through the eucalyptus forest before Half Moon Bay, birds swooping up and over then back, circling around us--they too, for us!--then the cliffs before Seaside--then flat for a little while, then a few more bends and can you see this motherfucking sky? I mean, have you fucking been to California?"
Senior week was odd. I expect next year to be better. The only person I really said a distinct goodbye to was Chris. He was pretty broken up about it all... carrying the last of everything out to the car. I find it hard to say goodbye to people, not for emotional reasons but because no one really likes to acknowledge that any meeting will be their last. I saw a few seniors and other people for the last time earlier in the week, but no one is willing to admit that it is probably goodbye because we like to keep the illusion that we'll make the effort to track them down for one final farewell later on. And that rarely happens. Which is fine. I also forgot to make note of the last night I slept in my dorm room, or of the last meal-plan meal I consumed, but I guess that's not much of a big deal.
I have a new phone (Verizon) but the same phone number, so that's convenient for you all. But it took forever reprogramming my phone book this morning. I cut out a few people that I never talk to anymore, but I also kept a lot of those people because if I parred it down to only the people I call my phone book would have decreased from 50 to 5, and that made me feel lame.
Work starts tomorrow. They've hired 3 interns for the summer, and we've all been friends since kindergarten. I'm the intern in Children's Services, and I think the others are in more administrative branches. That'll be fun, at least during lunch breaks and after work. Maybe I should thank my friend's mom, the CEO. But it's a good job, a legitimate job, I'll get paid a lot, and I'm qualified. So it doesn't bother me.