I’ve been
writing these things for nearly a year now. 358 days to be exact, I
believe. I’ve got to admit, I’m almost surprised that
this is the 73rd rambling I’m writing here. That means there
are only 27 to go.
Anyway, I was out and about again last night. I went to see an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen in a while. To my surprise, we happened to run into some of my colleagues, and we accompanied them to various places around the town. The old acquaintance called it quits about halfway into the night, but I stayed with my colleagues for four more hours. By the end of it, eight hours had passed by. A record-breaking eight hours.
If my memory doesn’t fail me, the most time I’d spent hanging around with the guys prior was about five hours. Maybe six, but definitely no more than that. It was a fun eight hours, though - and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with them. After all, chances are our time together is coming to an end.
I almost don’t want to leave university. That’s how much I love those people - I don’t want to take myself away from them. But alas, my true calling beckons me, and it’s guiding me away from them. It’s as if my heart wants to stay there and get out of there at the same time. It’s a complicated feeling with no easy way of describing it.
But if it should happen that I do get into one of the schools and end up having to move, I have a plan to sort out a regular interval at which I’d drop by here and say hi to them. It’d only make sense. It’s been an amazing two years with them, and I want to keep the spirit going. Even at the cost of a bus ticket.