The format of this blog was supposed to be pretty simple: I'd reflect on a memory and give a modern reflection. Theoretically, this format made sense. I'm a pretty nostalgic guy. That nostalgia influenced my current state.
But lately I haven't felt that nostalgia. After 4 1/2 years in the same place, I feel pretty grounded. My current home is my home.
This week, my city had a huge snowstorm. Growing up, we would sort of lock ourselves at home. Even my senior year of college, the "year zero" on which I have indexed my life for a while, we didn't really leave the house. Who would we see?
The second night of the snowstorm, we had one one friend invite us over for dinner. Another friend had a party later that night. That party ended and we walked to an after party in another apartment. The next day, when I was trying to work from home, a friend texted me and asked us to come play in the park in the snow. We walked over and ran into at least 10 people we know. We even invited a neighbor we had just met to join. Everyone in the neighborhood was having a snowball fight, snowboarding, sledding down the stairs on pieces of cardboard, building forts... It was like the idyllic childhood I never had. I just kept smiling.
For the past two days, I've been in Boston. I have a lot of old college friends here. I love seeing them, but realistically, it's visiting. I don't feel like I'm back in college - my home is in DC now. It's more of a home than I ever had.
Please drop me a line if you read this blog. I assume no one does, so I'm always curious.
Evan
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