The Five Month Reunion
This weekend almost all of my best friends from college returned to Boston for the big football game. Though we’ve only been graduates for five months, the weekend had the feel of a massive reunion. We traded stories of our glorious college days as if they happened years ago, and made pilgrimages to the old haunts like they were our ancestral homelands. In the mornings, we “slept in” until 9:30, when everyone’s body woke them up out of a newly-formed habit.
Everyone kept talking about how much they missed Boston. Obviously the experience was different for me - I haven’t had a chance to develop nostalgia because I never left. I didn’t feel sentimental until I put my last friend on the Red Line back to the airport. Then it hit me that the previous three days had been temporary, that this weekend wasn’t the beginning of another semester with all my friends, only a reunion. Probably the last one for a while.
With vague promises to visit cities scattered across the country, we all hugged and said goodbye and I walked home to do the dishes.