Some days I really miss college. I couldn’t go back - I wouldn’t, even if I were paid. I’ve changed too much, haven’t the tolerance for the soap opera and associated histrionics. And I couldn’t bring myself to face the innumerable crises, real and imagined. But I really miss the good parts. I miss seeing the people who were only casual friends instead of close friends. I miss going to the Medfest table at the Commons and knowing there would always be people there I knew to eat and talk with. I miss the huggy cuddly interactions. Those who I still see regularly are still more physical than the average people, but it’s nothing like it used to be.
I miss fitting two or three people in an extra-long twin bed. J and I barely make do with a queen-size. I miss illegal pets, illegal candles, illegal alcohol... seems like there’s no thrill now that it’s perfectly all right to have all those things. I miss late-night diner runs - and not the Broadway diner, either, I mean the one in Chester. Before it went crappy. I miss filling up Room 7 and getting all of us 3 or 4 levels on the MUD before the Aide Station closed. I miss daniel and process names. And four-digit phone numbers, that could be remembered, instead of ten-digit phone number that have to be programmed into a cell phone.
And I miss having the big things I want in life to be a boyfriend, a Riker single, and a 3.2 GPA, instead of wanting a marriage, a house, and a $32,000 annual salary.
Well, as oidhche would say, there’s a lot of things I want in my life. At least I have a lot of the important ones. I have J, and my car, and our apartment, and a job. Some of my friends are still in the area, and I’m in touch with some of the others all the time. I’m really pretty lucky. And I get to see S tonight, and all week long. Can’t complain about that. Nope, I wouldn’t go back.