college, Memories, Musing, Thoughts

2 years…seriously?!

My dear Mo,

Last night, I was feeling all mushy and nostalgic (as, you know, I do), and started flipping through our old blog posts. In case you were wondering, they are awesome. But that’s beside the point. The point is- I finally got to the last one, and GUESS WHEN IT WAS PUBLISHED? That’s right: June 20th, 2012 — e.g. exactly TWO YEARS ago today.

Two. years. Absurd. Insane. Unreal –  is it real? I LIT.ERALLY feel as if we just started college.

I have no profound words at this profound impasse, besides that this feeling of time rapidly collapsing in on itself has made me quite bewildered and panicked. I can think of no poems or quotes to help me process this, although I’m currently frantically searching the interwebs.

Everyone tells you that time moves more quickly as you get older. But you never realize it until you realize it, right? In high school, freshman and sophomore year stretched out interminably, unending – Hell, each DAY felt endless. Now, our freshman and sophomore years of college have passed and it feels as if I got up to go to the bathroom during appetizers and came back to find dessert already ordered and eaten.

But then, despite their brevity, these past two yeas have been… what’s the right word here? Not tumultuous (although, at times they were). Eventful, perhaps? A lot has happened, and I have – I think we both have – grown immensely.

You ask: in what ways, exactly? Oh, I will tell you – I AM THE MASTER OF SELF REFLECTION. But, such reflection requires more than the allotted fifteen minutes I have before it is no longer June 20th, and this post no longer pertinent.

So, self-reflective post to come. And I love you. And I hope you are settling in at Midd –  I know you were nervous, but GO YOU for doing it and getting there and embracing that initial discomfort. That’s hard, yo! Send me photos and info ASAP before you can only speak Japanese.

🙂 love love love, Drew

P.S. Stellar post on your Seattle adventure… props to Carter on the photos. I could totally see you (us…? just gonna put that out there…) living in Seattle (provided the whole San Fran thing doesn’t work out). That food looks SO yummy.



Goofy Awesomeness, Memories, Thoughts

Nostalgia Tuesday (or maybe thursday?)

Dear Morgan,

Today, I’m feeling pretty nostalgic.Image

Mostly this happens when I’m loafing around, as I’ve been doing today…my brother is in classes, my parents are out skiing, and I’m just sitting here, icing my achilles and listening to sad music on Pandora. #boohoo.

Music really does it for me, you know? Like, remember when I wrote about that band, Young the Giant over the summer? Now listening to their album kills me, because it reminds me of Maine, and farming; dirt; Cassie; driving back from the beach; fresh Maine bluebs. And those are all happy, happy memories–but it’s still painful, because nostalgia is inherently painful, isn’t it?

In fact, I’d argue the happier the memory, the more so–nostalgia is a “sentimental yearning” to return to a past time, which is, as we all know, impossible. So, the happier the past time = the more we wish to return to it = the more intense and painful our longing is. And the worst part is, Mo, I’m guessing it only gets worse the older we get, because they’ll be more happy moments to feel nostalgic about!

So today is Nostalgia Tuesday (actually, it’s Thursday, but I didn’t get around to publishing this post until now, so) and this is my nostalgic post. As such, I feel I must include some appropriately nostalgic photos.

I’ll just say this: you and I take some wonderfully candid snapshots.

PicMonkey Collage

We are goofs. 

I think this collage sufficiently proves that smiling, or for that matter, looking normal in photos is overrated.

So there you have it, nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia. This supremely human feeling. I mean, I have no idea if animals feel nostalgic–perhaps. But perhaps not. I reckon part of human’s distinctiveness from other species is our concept of time–namely, our concept of time past, time to come, and our own mortality. Our ability to feel nostalgia is tied up in our understanding of life as a hodge podge of ephemeral moments.

But then, if you turn it over in your mind, those moments wouldn’t be beautiful if they weren’t ephemeral. Nostalgia is painful, but its also the tell tale sign that we’ve had beautiful, happy moments–because if they weren’t so happy, we wouldn’t wish so painfully to return to them.

And that’s my sad little philosophic shpeal (jeez, how to you spell that word? schpeel? who knows). Hope your spring break is going well, that you’re getting lots of rest, and eating something besides honey nuts cheerios.

Much love, Drew