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I love New York. I love everything about it. I love the artificial day created by the streetlights, I love the subways with their chaotic mixes of rich, poor, and broken people all pressed into the same space, I love the salty taste of the cigarette in my mouth as I walk the last block towards home. It is home now, I think. When I walk into my apartment (drop the bags, tear off the hat, give a long, satisfied sigh) I feel a rush of endorphins knowing that this infinitely tiny little section of the city is mine.
It was nice going back to Wesleyan. I danced like mad on friday and drank like mad on saturday, and enjoyed very much seeing beloved and much-missed friends. I'm glad I went also because I think being there confirmed more thoroughly that I have moved past my college life/mindset. Being in such a familiar place with an entirely different context... I felt at times like I was playing the role of the triumphantly returning alum rather than actually living it. Reading the lines, knowing the cues, but in the end walking off stage back into real life. Okay, enough with the extended theatre metaphors.
But I guess it's true when they say that you can't go home again. Or, maybe the home you return to won't be the one you left. I have a feeling that Wesleyan's seen the last of me for a while.
It was nice going back to Wesleyan. I danced like mad on friday and drank like mad on saturday, and enjoyed very much seeing beloved and much-missed friends. I'm glad I went also because I think being there confirmed more thoroughly that I have moved past my college life/mindset. Being in such a familiar place with an entirely different context... I felt at times like I was playing the role of the triumphantly returning alum rather than actually living it. Reading the lines, knowing the cues, but in the end walking off stage back into real life. Okay, enough with the extended theatre metaphors.
But I guess it's true when they say that you can't go home again. Or, maybe the home you return to won't be the one you left. I have a feeling that Wesleyan's seen the last of me for a while.