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another kind of me

a trip through me


monday, may 18, 1998, 03:14

it reminds me of four years ago. almost to the day. sure, the circumstances were different, and it was a different coast, but the staying up all night, the showering when nobody else is around, the strange hallway, the roommate, the strange room.

i remember flying out to california so many years ago for the pre-departure orientation for my summer exchange to japan. the day were filled with intense learning, filled with intense fun. i found a group of friends. they called me the crow, for my penchant for perching on top of dressers and the like. we would hang out and talk for hours, and for probably the first time in my life, i was Out on my own, living a life, and having fun. i would get a couple of hours of sleep a night, showering early in the morning (for fear of running into other people in the bathroom, or perhaps just for convenience sake) and then a continuation of the day.

I remember looking out the window the morning we were to leave, and watching the sky, a mix of pastel pink and blue, rising up over San Francisco. I look out my window now, music in my ears, headphones so i don't wake my roommate (though he says he's a sound sleeper) and watch the amber half-moon sitting above the treetops.

in two weeks i'll be moving into my apartment. i'll be living there for a full year. i'll be off on my own. another first time. a first apartment, cooking, cleaning, and all those other fun things that go with an apartment.

it seems like nothing. it seems like such a little thing. some of my friends have been in their own places for years. but it's a big thing for me. it's a reminder that i have one more year here. one more year with this surrounding, these friends. one more year of wandering over and watching bad movies with sarah and sam (tonight was buffy the vampire slayer -- far inferior to the tv show). one more year of brian making fun of me, just because. one more year of danny, mike, jon, seth, and all the rest. one more year of all this.

one more year.

better make it count.


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