Stephanie (collacentaur) wrote,
Stephanie
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S is coming to visit. She’s flying in from France tonight. I miss her so much - it’s been well over a year since I saw her last, probably closer to two. It’s funny how you can go so long barely thinking of someone, then get reminded about them and have it hit you like a ton of bricks. S and I used to be really close friends. Not as close as turtle_morn, who was my roommate and constant companion for three years, and nothing is as close as that, but we spent an awful lot of time together, and we worked as partners for six months. She’s probably spent more time with my family than any of my other friends, too - possibly still more than J has. I guess that’s why she knew she could call me up and ask to sleep in my living room for a week.

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.
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