notes from underground

Summer is still trying to pretend it’s not over, but here in Chicago it has begun to feel like fall already. It’s impossibly weird to realize that it’s autumn, and I’m not going back to Brown like I still feel I should… I miss it.

The days that I remember the most fondly are always the ones where I did the least. I remember sitting on the statue outside the gate, doing my reading for Chinese history in early fall of Freshman year, and I remember a pick-up game of Frisbee from Halloween afternoon that same semester, way better than I remember the more hectic, interesting days. Even in more recent semesters, I remember walking up to Pembroke and back down Thayer with a friend, killing time while putting off something I didn’t want to do, much more than I remember most of my lectures.

I miss the way it feels to look out the window and realize that dawn has come while I worked on my paper. I really miss the way the cold air hit my face when I walked to Louie’s at 6 AM.

I’m looking forward to visiting Brown next month, but it’s going to be very bittersweet to not be able to stay.