I gotta admit: it’s a fantastic feeling to be blogging from the Student Union at SUNY Potsdam once again. I’m here for the weekend and will be catching my bus out of here bright and early tomorrow morning. Tonight’s the last hurrah.
Getting here was long, exhausting, expensive, and well worth it. Last night I enjoyed a trip to the bar and ran into a number of wonderfully familiar faces. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to see everyone because some have moved on to other adventures, but it’s been great to see the ones who are still around. If only I had a few more days to track down everyone!
In Potsdam, everything has changed and nothing has changed. There are fewer faces that I recognize, but the fresh faces are the same types of people, going through the same types of whacky things that we went through our first years here.
I’m not sure what I expected to find when I booked this trip. Maybe the state of things here is neither good nor bad, it just is. Relationships, both romantic and otherwise, have shifted incredibly in all sorts of weird directions. I find all of that difficult to adjust to. Perhaps yearning for the way things used to be isn’t entirely healthy, but I can’t help but feel disappointment when I find out who is no longer speaking to whom.
Figuring out a place to sleep here has also been quite the adventure. It’s oddly comforting, however, when I wander into either Max’s house or Gillian’s house and find bits of me still around. My first night here I slept on Jordan’s couch, wrapped in the blanket I crocheted for the homies when I was a student here.
I’m not sure what my plan is for the rest of the day. I imagine I’ll continue wandering around the Dam, reminiscing in all of its glory, until tonight when I get to see Max and Gillian be rock stars again.
Tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 2012.