Today I woke up and missed you so much. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that I went to read under the water tower where we ate lunch together a year ago. That doesn't seem so long ago. I know people always say things like this, but I'm going to say it anyways. Think about it. All the things that have happened, and yet that water tower felt much the same. You graduated with a masters, you moved across the country, you finished a thesis...the list goes on. When I think about all those things, I feel like it has been a long year full of events, but when I think of eating a sandwich and ginger ale with you, it feels like a minute has passed--only where did you go?
I wonder if we passed the house I'm living in now? I wonder if the Bard kids we bumped into along the way were people I got to know that year? I wonder if a year from now won't feel so long ago again.
This upcoming school year is scaring me more than any other I've entered. So many things are coming to a decisive pinnacle. It's wonderful and inspiring and yet the stress is debilitating at times. I suppose you felt like this last year with the end of SVA looming, and I suppose it all worked out quite well for you. I mean, look at where you are now. You're teaching photo classes. I'm going to keep using you as my inspiration--like I always do.
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