Sherri rolled into town yesterday unexpectedly. Awesome that the person with the slickest job is also the one most likely to go to visit pals unexpectedly. I don’t know if I’m capable of that level of spontenaity. I wish I was. In any case, it’s nice to see old friends unexpectedly. It’s nice to feel like the distance between Columbus and Bloomington isn’t so far, and it’s nice to feel like the experience and personal history contained in those places isn’t so far. Autumn is nostalgic but it’s also imbued with a feeling of motion and excitement which is a good foil, I think to the meloncholy of nostalgia. If all that’s left by the time all the leaves fall off the trees is my nostalgia, though, I feel like I’ll be in trouble.
I walked up to Chris’ house yesterday. He made us smoothies and we just sat in their eerily spartan living room and talked. It was nice and I think I’ll enjoy having so many friends in the neighborhood. Chris is excited about hanging out with a girl and he talks about it somewhat frankly, which is good actually, because I’m not sure if my akward secrecy about my feelings about such things is good. He’s trying to interpret interactions and is coming to the conclusion that staying up into the early hours of the morning talking in secret places must count for something. This makes sense, but I can’t help but remember a time when I decided that the intimacy of night time conversations did mean something, and that the something was a meaningful but occasionally frustrating platonic friendship and not that the other person had any romantic feelings towards me. The desire to have certainty rather than appreciating what you have is frustrating.
I’m looking forward to maybe riding in a courier race next week in Chicago. Short out of town trips seem exciting. I went to the skatepark yesterday and it was real fun. Maybe I’ll go see Avail tonight which should be interesting.