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Feb. 9th, 2007 08:58 amI first came to Yale (and the east coast) a year ago today.
It feels like an eternity ago. Temporally, spacially, mentally, I'm so removed from that weekend. It seems like much more than a year must have fallen into the space between that memory and now. As has been the case every time I've looked back a full year, I've found that I'm a completely different person. This is actually a matter of a small amount of distress this time, because I liked who I was last spring, and I'm not that person anymore. Also, while things weren't perfect a year ago, I was in a good place, and it's slightly sad that that entire world construction eventually dissolved.
On the other hand, I'm at Yale and I love graduate school. I guess that's really all I have to say, but at least it's the important aspect.
It feels like an eternity ago. Temporally, spacially, mentally, I'm so removed from that weekend. It seems like much more than a year must have fallen into the space between that memory and now. As has been the case every time I've looked back a full year, I've found that I'm a completely different person. This is actually a matter of a small amount of distress this time, because I liked who I was last spring, and I'm not that person anymore. Also, while things weren't perfect a year ago, I was in a good place, and it's slightly sad that that entire world construction eventually dissolved.
On the other hand, I'm at Yale and I love graduate school. I guess that's really all I have to say, but at least it's the important aspect.
