salience
December 2, 2002
Some reflections:
1. What is it about men in kilts? These men always have sailors' calves and broad shoulders. And damn are they sexy! :)
2. BC feels more like my home than the collective Alpharetta. I was running errands for my mom the day before Thanksgiving, and it was all so weird. It felt like I was walking through a life-size scrap book of days gone by. Every corner reminded me of something, of how I used to be. I was grateful to get home, so I could be around relevant faces.
3. This past Saturday was our last regular game, and I am happy to say the BCMB is my band now. This time last year, I was still torn between the Milton band and the BCMB--it's only natural after one spends so much time in an organization. I'm letting go of Milton: of all the people I knew there. I still want to see everyone from high school when I'm home, and I'll write letters and read blogs, but it isn't the same. It can't be. In a way it's sad, because part of me is dying. Yet, in it's place, there are new experiences, new people, and new relationships. And that is as it should be.
1. What is it about men in kilts? These men always have sailors' calves and broad shoulders. And damn are they sexy! :)
2. BC feels more like my home than the collective Alpharetta. I was running errands for my mom the day before Thanksgiving, and it was all so weird. It felt like I was walking through a life-size scrap book of days gone by. Every corner reminded me of something, of how I used to be. I was grateful to get home, so I could be around relevant faces.
3. This past Saturday was our last regular game, and I am happy to say the BCMB is my band now. This time last year, I was still torn between the Milton band and the BCMB--it's only natural after one spends so much time in an organization. I'm letting go of Milton: of all the people I knew there. I still want to see everyone from high school when I'm home, and I'll write letters and read blogs, but it isn't the same. It can't be. In a way it's sad, because part of me is dying. Yet, in it's place, there are new experiences, new people, and new relationships. And that is as it should be.
lasaliente, 20:12
