Nostalgia hit me like a train tonight.
I was supposed to be packing, but I was going to go over to a friend's.
I was supposed to go over to a friend's but I lost track of time, playing a computer game trying not to think about leaving.
So I took a walk around campus, almost an hour long. I'm going to miss it. It's going to change. There were some trees planted around Old Main my freshman year. Already their lowest branches are above my head. It got me thinking as I walked on. Their are several big oak trees and sweet gums on campus. What did they look like the thirty years ago when my uncle was here? Were they even planted sixty years ago when my great-uncle graduated?
It is hard to leave a place. Sometimes it is harder to come back and see it changed so much. But I don't think I could live like Chuck. I think I will have to come back here eventually. I think curiosity will be too much. Chuck, a professor of mine, had a small town that his family visited in the summers. He had family down there. Cousins, I think. He hasn't been back down there since he graduated high school, and he has decided that he never will return so he can hold the same city pristine in his head. Knowing that it doesn't match reality.
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I hope you do come back. :)