Another World Lost
For everyone who I haven't been keeping up with:
I now own a garden condo in Falls Church, overlooking a lake.
I’m a second year associate at a law firm.
I’ve traded in my black band t-shirts and studded belts for suits and ties -- Just last week I threw out my collection of manic panic hair dye.
My world has altered so dramatically. I’ve changed myself so many times; it’s the only way I know to keep up. I think less and less about this . . . place, and the world I’ve left along with it. But every so infrequently I find myself wondering: Do my old friends still think of me?
The truth is never had so much, yet lately I feel like I've lost something. I never contemplated living life like this. Somewhere deep down I always thought of myself as forever a student, forever young. It's hard to realize that if you simply survive long enough, you outlive the person you wanted to be.
I’m ending this journal. I don’t think I reach anyone anymore. Maybe someday, I’ll see you each again, and hopefully it’ll feel like it did when this place was fresh. But tomorrow will go on without me whether I’m moving forward or not, so there’s no point in holding onto this.
If you leave a comment here, I'll try to get you my contact info. Though if the past foreshadows the future: I can't say I'll always stay in touch.
All I can say is I’ll remember you. Each of you. I hope you’ll remember me.
I now own a garden condo in Falls Church, overlooking a lake.
I’m a second year associate at a law firm.
I’ve traded in my black band t-shirts and studded belts for suits and ties -- Just last week I threw out my collection of manic panic hair dye.
My world has altered so dramatically. I’ve changed myself so many times; it’s the only way I know to keep up. I think less and less about this . . . place, and the world I’ve left along with it. But every so infrequently I find myself wondering: Do my old friends still think of me?
The truth is never had so much, yet lately I feel like I've lost something. I never contemplated living life like this. Somewhere deep down I always thought of myself as forever a student, forever young. It's hard to realize that if you simply survive long enough, you outlive the person you wanted to be.
I’m ending this journal. I don’t think I reach anyone anymore. Maybe someday, I’ll see you each again, and hopefully it’ll feel like it did when this place was fresh. But tomorrow will go on without me whether I’m moving forward or not, so there’s no point in holding onto this.
If you leave a comment here, I'll try to get you my contact info. Though if the past foreshadows the future: I can't say I'll always stay in touch.
All I can say is I’ll remember you. Each of you. I hope you’ll remember me.