I realize it has been quite a while since I've written anything here, and things have changed dramatically in the intervening time. There have been a lot of little insignificant yet devastatingly important details pertaining to friends and drama and the happenings of life that I could include here, but I won't. People come and people go. I am particularly bad at knowing people. Mostly this semester has been a lot of retrospect, with a sprinkle of Awesome Times, a dash of perfect contentedness, a tablespoon of frustration, and recently a whole helping of beautiful weather and river swimming. I've gotten over mostly the strangeness of not living at home anymore, because this place is no longer new and strange. There has been time for everything to become old, to have memories connected to every stretch of the bus route to asheville, to have history with people I didn't even know existed last august, to have made friends and lost friends. I've gotten over the desire to go home and be dramatically and visibly changed by The Great Adventure of College, to tell everyone that I am a fire spinning-ukulele playing-on the road-hitchhiker, because I know that I've been changed in much deeper ways, ways that are sometimes not even visible to me. This is private stuff.

On another note, this has been one hell of an awesome weekend.