121 days.
This past week I had the pleasure of attending the University of Utah's Annual Student Exhibition. It's always strange to return to a place that you once thought of as home. When returning to venues such as these I often daydream that masses will come up to me, inquiring what I've been up to all these years. I will impress them with my news of graduate school and make them laugh with stories regarding my personal experiences with professional wrestling. They'll invite me for drinks, where we will continue to catch up on each other's lives and when we depart they will secretly wish that they were about to embark on a similar journey.
Unfortunately the reality of these experiences usually involve people I look up to not remembering me, and the people I wish didn't, interrogating me about my personal life, or lack there of. These interactions are a constant reminder that the world keeps moving with or without you. While I realize this observation is nothing new, it always seems to strike a particular chord with me.
While spending some time with friends this past weekend, I couldn't help but wonder where my friends and I will be a year or two from now. Will we lose interest in each other's lives? Will we have to force awkward conversations about our professions and partners when I return to SLC to visit? What about the newest of friends recently added to my collection? Is there even a chance?
I know that the sacrifice is necessary. I just wish it didn't suck.
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