June 5th

Today is June 5th, a day which normally poses no inherent quality. But for me, I guess today is somewhat of a special day, as it marks a year since I returned to the United States from England. From henceforth, I will no longer be able to say, "Well, a year ago...." I thought about posting a little something on my English blog to commemorate this day, but it didn't seem right. That was a chronicle of things that happened, that occurred. It's been now forever sealed, a document to remind me of what I did, not how I feel about what I did when I came back.

I'd lie if I didn't say it was a bit bittersweet. One of those things which didn't really strike me until late at night, when things tend to strike. Flashes of Nottingham swimming through my brain. For some reason, one of the most vivid memories that comes back is biking from the flat to the Uni, typically for baseball training. It's like I can retrace every meter of that ride, how I went about the roundabouts, navigated the crosswalks, avoided the bus shelters. A strange thing to remember.

This time of the year doesn't do anything to help either. The weather is shitty, not in that pleasant sort of depressing English way, but just shitty. Plus, it's always hard to come back from college, and suddenly be away from friends. Even when they're just a phone call or a short drive away, it somehow seems like an ocean is in between. It's difficult to get used to the lifestyle where every interaction needs to be meticulously planned out. Ideally, as in college, everyone is just a short walk away. Everything is fluid, plans can be quickly turned around and rearranged to accommodate friends. When everything is now a 20 minute drive away, that has to change. Which kind of blows. Plus, I'm sick of driving everywhere.

Bottom line, I'm starting to get bored.

I've been attempting to occupy my considerable freetime by cleaning out the basement at my mom's, where I currently reside. Frankly, it's been a bit frustrating. I feel overwhelmed with mountains of worthless shit. Stuff that in the past was meaningful, but now, just seems to me relics of a past that is no more. I just don't want all this stuff around anymore. It's not who I am after four years of college. After June 5th. I'm just sick of being surrounded by the adolescent fantasy world of someone who used to be very different. So I'm getting rid of it. But it's a task I severely underestimated. It's really quite amazing, how much stuff one person can accumulate that really has nothing to do with anything.

It stormed all afternoon. Which means I spent most of the day consoling my terrified dog, who paced around the basement all day shivering. Tracking white hair over every damn thing he got within 5 feet of.

Well, time to go pitch some more crap. Kind of a lame post, but that just seems to be par for the course lately. I need some sort of blogging inspiration.