Time to move on to a new-old city

I’ve been home for almost a month now, and things are finally settling into a routine. Before when I was home for vacations, I hated being home, but now I don’t mind it as much. My parents are nonchalant about what I do, and I like that.

Still, it’s weird not being in school, knowing I won’t be back in August. This time last year, I was getting ready for orientation advising, and that was one of my best summers. I met great people who I miss today. I loved meeting the new freshmen, then hanging out with everyone on the weekends. I loved Brockport when classes weren’t in session.

I’m going to miss my roommates, all three of them. We lived together since freshman year, and everyone thought we were weird for not separating all those other years. I’ll miss not going into Laura’s room to talk about nothing, borrowing seasons from Annie or seeing what pet Kelly now has.

I remember Kelly wanted a biosphere for Christmas, but we didn’t have a lot of money to spend, so the three of us grabbed a plastic bag and went outside and gathered twigs, mud, leaves and grass for her. I think there even was an insect in there, as well.

One thing I will miss is the newspaper. We would spend hours upon hours in there. Monday nights to Tuesday mornings were hell though, trying to get final edits and layouts done, but in the end it was worth it. I’m going to miss skipping classes for interviews or whatever the latest crisis was.

I’m going to miss Brockport bars: walking to them and cheap or free drinks from bartenders, especially C and S’s pitcher night.

I’ve lived in Syracuse my whole life, but I feel like I need to start over here. There are new people, and it feels like a different atmosphere going on. I already have some routine-things starting. I go over to one sister’s every Tuesday and she makes dinner, Thursdays are Coleman’s or Inner Harbor for concerts and the gym every day.

Katie is going to stay in Syracuse for a while, and I’m going to love having my best friend from high school around for almost a year. Steve and my sisters are here too, but I feel like I’m getting to know them all over again. They are not what I remember growing up, albeit Krissy swinging me around, making my elbow come out of its socket and Mary disliking me until I was older.