My best friend from college lives out of the country so get-togethers are few and very far between. We managed to work in a last-minute visit last weekend. Driving to meet her I shared the highway with other alumni from our university. Tar Heel flags flapping from passing SUVs. Everyone making a pilgrimage for the home football game. And all of the sudden, everything came rushing back to my senses; how it felt to be there.
Living with my best girlfriends. Dancing on our coffee table. Drunken nights on the town followed by early morning snacks sitting on the coutertops. Sleeping until noon. Watching Golden Girls. Staying up talking, discussing, gossiping. Studying on the quad. Studying all night. Studying in the library. Cooking together. Sharing everything. Smoking. Boyfriends. Best friends. Laughing.
Childish crushes. Flirting. Falling madly in love. Phone bills. Airplanes. Arthouse theaters.
Being in an intellectual environment. Freedom. Football games. Basketball games. A part-time coaching job that I loved. Finding my own way. Journalism. Meeting new people. Studying some more. My office in the School of Journalism. Edit bays. Drama classes. Creative writing. Walking everywhere. Musty fraternity houses. Late nights. Live bands. Hurricane parties. Snow days. Lectures. Reading.
I have such a sense of loss when I think about this time. Things have changed. I miss that time in me. I miss that time in my friends. I miss that time in my life. So...when that time machine is finally built, I'll take one ticket back to the late 90s, please. (Two if I can convince Alex to go back with me.)
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Hmm, I totally know what you mean. I miss my college days too! So much self-discovery were packed into four short years...and after it was all over, then life really began!
If Alex won't go, I would love to take his ticket. What great memories you must have, those are the memories I dreamed of having and allowed myself to fall short. . .maybe I need to continue this on my blog!
Amen, Christy! Last October was the first time I'd been back to Chapel Hill is more than 5 years. It was an amazing rush of memories. Let me know when you schedule that time machine trip. I'll try to schedule mine around the same time! :-)
Yes!!! I know EXACTLY what you mean!!! Thank you for putting it into words!!! I miss Blue Heaven too!!!!
I feel the same way when I drive past Winthrop... I wanna go back!!
the friends, the parties, the late nights, the roomates, the drinking...
I especially miss meeting new people.
-Katie R.
Aahh, nostalgia. Nothing beats it some days. Really glad you got the chance to see Maria, even if it was a quick trip. It's funny how different your UNC experience was from mine. Majoring in nursing meant waking up at 5:00 am to get to the hospital o'dark early...that meant no late nighters for me and definitely no hangovers. Anyway, miss you and love you.
P.S. How is it that we went to the same college and rarely saw each other?
Dawn,
Because nursing school SUCKS!
Jenny
P.S. We did kinda got drunkish that one time at T-6, and Nikki had to drive us to the Harry Teeter to get more Zima or whatever lame-ass thing we were drinking. Remember that?
P.P.S Sorry for the cussing. There's just no other way to say lame-ass.
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