That thing that's not here anymore
Some things you never get back. Lots of things, actually. Listening to Our Smiling Jesus Band- one of the local groups from Ohio U- nothing can remind me of college as much as these songs: the strong drinks, smoky air, dancing til you're about to fall over, singing along with my friends. Yep, can't be beat. And can't be recreated. At least not that specific thing.
Even if there was a magical way you could go back, I don't think I would. I learned what I needed to. I don't ever want to visit Athens, Ohio again because the things I loved best about it were the people and even though one or two are still kicking around (including my friend from OSJB)- it wouldn't be the same. And anyway, I like current me a lot better than college me. I'm not flailing away in the same, broken patterns. Yay-
And yet. Still bittersweet. You know, like it's supposed to be.
Even if there was a magical way you could go back, I don't think I would. I learned what I needed to. I don't ever want to visit Athens, Ohio again because the things I loved best about it were the people and even though one or two are still kicking around (including my friend from OSJB)- it wouldn't be the same. And anyway, I like current me a lot better than college me. I'm not flailing away in the same, broken patterns. Yay-
And yet. Still bittersweet. You know, like it's supposed to be.