Troy.
i'm sad. and happy. and nostolgic (thanks, Alena.) and hungry.
we (Pete, Paul, Alena, Dylan and i) went to Maize on Saturday to see Troy off. it was way too much fun, and while i had to work on Sunday morning, and despite the fact that i quit drinking early-ish, i was still a little drunk when i got to work at 645am. i had no idea that my body was so slow at processing alcohol...
i think that i get it. that Troy is leaving to pursue his life. that he doesn't live in Lawrence anymore. that he's gonna me a military man for the next four years, at least. i think i know that The Tribe is losing another member to social-economic betterment. i think.
i'm very... tearful. and so i am baking and cleaning and singing and brewing coffee.
we (Pete, Paul, Alena, Dylan and i) went to Maize on Saturday to see Troy off. it was way too much fun, and while i had to work on Sunday morning, and despite the fact that i quit drinking early-ish, i was still a little drunk when i got to work at 645am. i had no idea that my body was so slow at processing alcohol...
i think that i get it. that Troy is leaving to pursue his life. that he doesn't live in Lawrence anymore. that he's gonna me a military man for the next four years, at least. i think i know that The Tribe is losing another member to social-economic betterment. i think.
i'm very... tearful. and so i am baking and cleaning and singing and brewing coffee.