T-minus six hours until I fly off to San Antonio for two weeks, training for my new job. Yes, it's 4 a.m., and no, I'm not asleep. I was syncing up my mp3 player to my new music while watching season 1 of House (both very recently delivered) when Charlie came creeping down the stairs with that diabolical, irresistible grin and snicker of his. Rather than send him back to bed, I let him lie next to me on the couch and introduced him to Dr. House (Sorry, Mom and Dad). I did this mostly because I won't see the boy for two weeks.
My next-meetings with other people are less certain.
This leaving business is strange. It always was, but this time I think I'm "losing" more than I have before. The unique circumstances of college really do make an ideal petri dish for breeding some weird stories and developing some tight bonds. Of course, I grew up a lot the last four years, but I didn't have a whole lot to do with that. Any maturity I may have gleaned from my time in Newark has more to do with the chemistry between the things I experiences and the people I knew (know). The people, all of them, made the difference.
And they are what I will miss the most. College was fun, I liked it, but I'm ready for it to be over and ready to move on. To the great sigh-heaving chagrin of my sentimental little heart, this entails also moving (geographically) away from my friends, who have cemented themselves in said heart.
That is both a complication and a comfort, but mostly a comfort -- There is no doubt that I will never be rid of them, and they will never be rid of me. God doesn't build things like this just to take them apart, and that's another person that has doubtless had a hand in my life. Seriously, there is no way I could have or would deserve to have found and kept these people without a big dose of divine intervention.