Well, I’ve finally gotten around to writing about this year’s Homecoming. Despite having one of the worst hangovers of my life on Saturday, I was pretty happy about the whole weekend.

I always feel nostalgic going back to school. It is bizarre seeing the people who I barely remember as freshman getting ready to graduate. I’m fully in that transitional phase now where you are old enough to no longer know any of the young guys in the fraternity, but young enough to still see older brothers at the bar that have been coming back since you were a freshman. Yet still, I feel old. Really. At least I’m not married yet, ha! With so many people Veronica and I knew getting married this summer, I guess people assumed we had already gotten married. I do feel like I am most of the time anyways

I decided after homecoming that I really want to make a concentrated effort to keep in touch with my friends. I have always been bad at that, but for some reason last weekend it just felt worse. With so many friends that have passed through my life, I worry that when I reach the end of it I will have none left; because I never took the time to keep in touch.

I finally signed my brick on the wall downstairs. I don’t know why I had been putting it off. But it just clicked. I saw a spot that I wanted. As fate would have it, there was a perfect sharpie in the lounge; a chair waiting by the triangle bar. And so I did it. I think it was a sign to myself that I have left that life behind. I have thought a lot about how long I held on to those days and how much I wanted them back. But now I don’t feel that way at all. It was what it was and I have a life now that is better than I would have ever imagined back then. I hope my life always turns out that way.

-Jeremy