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Classes are starting at Western again. The bookstore is bustling with freshman carrying overpriced stacks. Professors are reciting syllabi. My friends are settling into their new places, and someone is discovering for the first time that there’s only one bathroom on each floor of Brown Hall, and it’s probably for the other gender. Things are progressing much as they had, with one notable exception: I’m not there. Of all the strange things about being here - how they assign seats in movie theaters, carbonate water, and use poppyseed the way we use cinnamon - that’s the strangest. I don't for a second regret my decision to come to Germany, but I don't forget what I'm missing, either.
Things are changing without me. Erin’s in Colorado, Amy just got back from the same, Scott’s in Ann Arbor, Andrew’s in Virginia, Jim and Jayni broke up, Mike and Ashley broke up, and I’ll probably find out tomorrow that somebody else broke up, too. It seems I’m not the only one starting a new chapter, but while before we’d share our experiences, now we can’t. I was told recently that Kalamazoo won’t be the same without me, and it really won’t.
After the election, I had planned on writing a big entry about what I thought and how I felt about it, but I never got around to it. I don’t feel like writing most of that out tonight, except for the most important thing I had wanted to say: You guys are my country. When I think of what America means to me, it’s not the places or the platitudes, it’s the people. You’re the best thing the U.S. has going for it, and now that I’m an ocean away, you’re what makes me proud to call it home.
Since I can’t be there, toss me an e-mail every now and again when you’ve had some random experience, whether you’ve had some life-changing epiphany, or something funny happened on a midnight mission to Meijer. I’ll try to do the same.
This, of course, is my long-winded, English major way of saying, y’all are cool. Be in touch. Also, I promise I didn’t mean to alliterate in paragraphs three and four. It just sort of happened that way.
Ciao
Things are changing without me. Erin’s in Colorado, Amy just got back from the same, Scott’s in Ann Arbor, Andrew’s in Virginia, Jim and Jayni broke up, Mike and Ashley broke up, and I’ll probably find out tomorrow that somebody else broke up, too. It seems I’m not the only one starting a new chapter, but while before we’d share our experiences, now we can’t. I was told recently that Kalamazoo won’t be the same without me, and it really won’t.
After the election, I had planned on writing a big entry about what I thought and how I felt about it, but I never got around to it. I don’t feel like writing most of that out tonight, except for the most important thing I had wanted to say: You guys are my country. When I think of what America means to me, it’s not the places or the platitudes, it’s the people. You’re the best thing the U.S. has going for it, and now that I’m an ocean away, you’re what makes me proud to call it home.
Since I can’t be there, toss me an e-mail every now and again when you’ve had some random experience, whether you’ve had some life-changing epiphany, or something funny happened on a midnight mission to Meijer. I’ll try to do the same.
This, of course, is my long-winded, English major way of saying, y’all are cool. Be in touch. Also, I promise I didn’t mean to alliterate in paragraphs three and four. It just sort of happened that way.
Ciao