The First One Out

The trip home was quick; familiar. It felt like last summer, or the summer before except that I knew there wasn't going to be an August 26 when we could all catch up. In a way it felt like the trip to college. Then, I was leaving a group of friends I had built over four years to explore an entirely new environment. Then, we all said 'Let's stay in touch.' 'We'll visit you at college!' my friends said. I said the same thing. But, even on Cortaca, none of my high school friends came to Ithaca. In fact, aside from short emails and random phone conversations we've fallen out of touch. We're nowhere near as close as we were before because, clearly, friendships are cemented by life's details, the little things that happen when you see the same people 24/7. You guys are still in that mode now, watching TV together, going bowling on Thursday, shitting around in the cab. I'm not gonna be there for those details and, soon, we're all going to be in different places.

The picture of me on the fridge in the downstairs was taken when I was a sophomore in high school. In many ways, I felt just like that awkward kid when I came to IC. Living with all you guys, I feel, has turned me from an awkward fat kid into a semi-functional guy who's comfortable enough to say out loud: "Yeah, having sex with a corpse's vagina would be fun, but I think making a small hole in the stomach and screwing her intestines would be even better. Plus, then the mung would be more like shotgunning." So thanks for that guys.

I don't want to fall out of touch with everyone like I did with my high school friends or, actually, like most of our summers from IC when I didn't talk to any of you. So, like Chris said, let's all use the blog even for mundane shit to keep up the details we're going to be missing in person.

So, that's it. We're gonna send out engagement party invites soon, and, Let's Go Arsenal.