Oxford, Ohio

Wow, it's so strange to be back in Oxford, not to mention in Bishop.

I am visiting my sister/studying for the GRE/working on applications/meeting with professors at good ol' Miami University. It's strange to spend four years of your life in this little bubble, move out to San Francisco, then spend a few days back here. So strange. Can't communicate the strangeness. Lots of memories. I am waxing nostalgic.

But it's different. Because what really made college was the people. And they are gone. A few professors are still around. But my friends, roommates, classmates, research partners, all dispersed, from Chicago to New York to Miami to Kazahkstan. Married. Grad school. Jobs. So it's strange to see the buildings and the familiar fall landscape and not be able to wander down to Mark and Matt's room for some time-wasting Law and Order or to Scott and Higgity's for an earful of trivial information. No Kevin and ridiculous Gospel nights or Irish parties. Ah, college. College, I make fun of Mark for missing thee, but I loved thee as well... Too bad I didn't realize it until I left.

But I love San Francisco. I love my new life. I love Latin America. And traveling. And Mark and Jessie and the other people in the Bay Area. So it's good. And all seems beautiful here now, until I remind myself about Cincinnati winters. Ick.