Laying in bed listening to The Campfire Headphase(certainly a nostalgia-inducing disc), I'm finding it difficult to sleep my last night in Concord. My room is empty, save a mattress and my computer, and I'm being bombarded with memories from my 6 years here. I may be exaggerating these memories in my head, but as I'm recalling them now, they were fantastic. I won't bother giving examples, as I'm sure they can't mean as much to anyone but myself.
Although I've always preferred to be by myself, which is likely due to the early portion of my life being full of complete douchebags, it's nice to have met some friends in which I genuinely enjoy conversing and spending time with. My only meaningful relationship occurred here and although the last few months of it were lackluster, I'm glad I experienced it. I also met a certain someone who sparked my love for philosophy, whom I am forever grateful.
To think I almost never got to experience any of this. The series of events that had to occur for me to arrive in Concord 6 years ago were unlikely. Not to mention my ignorant protest when informed we would be moving here. I don't want to think how my life would be, how I would be had I stayed in my old location.
I guess it's impossible to tell, but I imagine I would have turned out looking something like this:
http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/18777.jpg Anyway, this incoherent thought has done it's job in making me tired. Time for sleep. :/