12.22.2004
In the awkward, hesitant moments of transition, I find myself grasping at threads I've already snipped, lines I've already cut. I can only mourn for so long before the dull reverberations of the present shock me back into action.
All good things must come to an end...
Cheers to you, Queen's. It's been good. So long.
All good things must come to an end...
Cheers to you, Queen's. It's been good. So long.
12.16.2004
So it come to this...
I hate saying "goodbye." I hate farewells in general. Believe it or not, I cried for the half hour or so that Frodo was bidding adieu to his friends in the final LOTR installment; I bawled when he finally boarded the ship that would remove him from Middle Earth forever. Absolutes are scary; sometimes uncertainties even more so.
The truth of the matter is that I don't know what will happen next term. Change is obviously inevitable--with physical distance from good friends, back in the nostalgic comfort of my Hammond Road house, I know it will take days, possibly weeks of adapting to my new / old surroundings. I have a feeling my very social life, as minimal as it has been this past term, may be rendered non-existent with the challenges of shift work and inaccessible transportation to face and overcome. It pains me somewhat to think that Kingston life, replete with the joys and horrors of shopping and dining and stressing and obsessing, will be miles and miles away. I can visit, but it won't be the same--temporary stays never do live up to the real thing.
All I have are memories, and such wonderful things they are: potent reminders of happiness and circumstance. Brief reveries twinge my lips into a nostalgic smile. I'll always remember.
So. I'll leave it at that.
...moving on...
I hate saying "goodbye." I hate farewells in general. Believe it or not, I cried for the half hour or so that Frodo was bidding adieu to his friends in the final LOTR installment; I bawled when he finally boarded the ship that would remove him from Middle Earth forever. Absolutes are scary; sometimes uncertainties even more so.
The truth of the matter is that I don't know what will happen next term. Change is obviously inevitable--with physical distance from good friends, back in the nostalgic comfort of my Hammond Road house, I know it will take days, possibly weeks of adapting to my new / old surroundings. I have a feeling my very social life, as minimal as it has been this past term, may be rendered non-existent with the challenges of shift work and inaccessible transportation to face and overcome. It pains me somewhat to think that Kingston life, replete with the joys and horrors of shopping and dining and stressing and obsessing, will be miles and miles away. I can visit, but it won't be the same--temporary stays never do live up to the real thing.
All I have are memories, and such wonderful things they are: potent reminders of happiness and circumstance. Brief reveries twinge my lips into a nostalgic smile. I'll always remember.
So. I'll leave it at that.
...moving on...
