I’m back. Actually I’ve been back for a few days, but was too busy to come here and write some more babble.

This is my final quarter here is hell, and now that it’s been feeling like heaven for a while I have to leave. It’s for the best I guess. And chances are I’ll be back before I know it. Though D.C. is looking more and more appealing every day.

Let’s see what happens. I have to make way too many decisions within the next six weeks, and I am not so sure about any right now. Furthermore, I have begun to realize that there are things that I’ve put off that I have to be resolved, now or never. I mean that literally; once I leave I won’t ever get the chance again.

I find it amusing that after trying to avoid some people for some months and even years, I now feel compelled to seek them out. There is someone special out that I have a history of avoiding, but — to be honest — I enjoy his company to a degree I never thought possible; I couldn’t have possibly imagined it. Now, it’s time for me to go, and leave all this behind: the people, the city, The College. And in a few weeks I will only take my things and my memory with me; great, cherishable memories they are. However, I can’t help but feel melancholy and wonder what would have been if the Life of the Mind had not dwelt in me. Today, I can’t help but feel that I have missed out on some things, because the Life of the Mind cannot co-exist with the Life of Life, at least not simultaneously. I have 9 weeks left to figure it out, and I hope not to regret any of the choices I have made so far.