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Alright, it's now over. The Thunderbird Coffee House. It wasn't that terribly sad during the past seven and a half hours I have just spent there, but the ride home was definitely mournful.
I am glad I am moving Tuesday, and I am glad the Coffee House closed [when it did]. Perhaps this is trite, but I feel as if a weight has been lifted off of me and I am starting a new, free chapter. I leave behind that Thunderbird stuff, that Jackson stuff, and I move on -- to East Lansing. It's finally time to view that city as my new Home. I no longer can use shows at the Thunderbird as a reason to come back to Jackson every weekend. I can no longer use the Thunderbird as a reason not make a lot of friends in Lansing because I have enough in Jackson. And even more so, my two best friends will be living out-of-state. (With that said, I'm still not willing to give up friendship with a few of you, so don't take it as that). It will still be odd when I do come home and I don't have a Coffee House to let the day pass by at, but what did I do before the past three years? I can't even remember, but something will be created regardless. Hopefully spending more time with individual, deeply adored friends, rather than simply warm bodies that I don't necessarily like in the first place.
I know all of you who frequent the Thunderbird have gained something from it, and I suppose that's what matters. Pretend as if that wasn't incredibly cliché, and try to muffle those groans.
/end sap.
I am glad I am moving Tuesday, and I am glad the Coffee House closed [when it did]. Perhaps this is trite, but I feel as if a weight has been lifted off of me and I am starting a new, free chapter. I leave behind that Thunderbird stuff, that Jackson stuff, and I move on -- to East Lansing. It's finally time to view that city as my new Home. I no longer can use shows at the Thunderbird as a reason to come back to Jackson every weekend. I can no longer use the Thunderbird as a reason not make a lot of friends in Lansing because I have enough in Jackson. And even more so, my two best friends will be living out-of-state. (With that said, I'm still not willing to give up friendship with a few of you, so don't take it as that). It will still be odd when I do come home and I don't have a Coffee House to let the day pass by at, but what did I do before the past three years? I can't even remember, but something will be created regardless. Hopefully spending more time with individual, deeply adored friends, rather than simply warm bodies that I don't necessarily like in the first place.
I know all of you who frequent the Thunderbird have gained something from it, and I suppose that's what matters. Pretend as if that wasn't incredibly cliché, and try to muffle those groans.
/end sap.