As a part of the endlessly continuing move-in process for Fiancee S., I got to spend time over the weekend cleaning out some closets in our apartment to clear up space for her things. During the course of this clean out project, I came across a lot of old papers stretching back to my arrival in graduate school over a decade ago. Among the many tax returns, bills, and other financial records was an old packet of personal correspondence, much of it from people I haven't heard from in years.
This has me thinking. There is a hole, of sorts, in my past. I split my time as an undergraduate between two schools. I went to a local Community College for my first two years and lived at home to save money. Then I went away to a prestigious private technical school along the lines of Cal Tech or MIT to complete my four year degree.
That last two years of school was the best of times and the worst of times. I was sorely tested by my experiences there and felt highly conflicted at the time, but, the passing of a dozen years has allowed those feelings to mellow. Now, I just mostly remember the good times, the comraderie, and the fun of being on my own for the first time.
As I get ready to enter into another new chapter of life with Fiancee S., I feel the urge to reconnect with my past and see what of it can be brought with me as the journey of my life takes a new twist. For those purposes, those two years have become lost to me. I've somehow lost touch with all the good friends I had during that time.
Seeing that packet of letters, some from people I knew during my junior and senior year of college, made a sense of loss acute. I wonder if I can find some of those people... or have we drifted too far apart, and are we lost to each other forever. I don't know.
on 2003-08-18 at 1:54 p.m.
The Wayback Machine - To Infinity And Beyond