I Am Far Too Young for Nostalgia

As I've been thinking about school so much lately, I started thinking about my past college experience. While I'll never doubt that leaving the Art Institute was ultimately a good idea, I really miss the environment. Mostly, though, I miss the Lenora. We partied so much there, caused so much unpunished trouble, and created so many awesome memories. How much cooler can it get than having to walk down a hall and maybe a flight of stairs to be at your best friends' front door? I met the love of my life in that building, and was similarly just a short walk away, and ultimately, that part of our relationship ended up being the best. I acquired and subsequently lost my taste for marijuana there. I taught myself how to cook and do laundry there. I procrastinated there like I do everywhere else! I learned how to drink beer, discovered that Family Guy really is as funny as everyone made it out to be, smoked so much hookah I got sick of it and gave mine away (for a while, before I asked for it back and eventually gave it away again), made a handful of new, various, and unlikely friends, and really finally found myself and a place I belong.

Forget the simplicity of childhood, the "good ol' days," when everyone from the Metal Crew was in Jackson and getting along, or the summer I was paintballing with my Dad on a weekly basis, that was the best part of my life. If I had to choose a period or day to relive over and over again, it would be from the half year spent in the Lenora. Even at the time, it honestly felt so perfect, almost surreal, and I never really struggled with the depression at all while I was there. It was literally a dream come true, one that we all had to wake up from, and I think we all miss it. Actually, I miss it all so much I feel kind of sick, unless that's the entire half of pie from Christmas Dinner I ate a couple hours ago. Oops, I think I'm gonna zuke.