I'm sure nobody's surprised - it is the only way I know how to do this. Five years ago today, we graduated from college. It's amazing how that coincides with the five-year reunion. I hope we have a good turn-out. I trust it will be awesome, regardless of how many people can make an appearance.
It's nearly been a year since anybody wrote on this thing. Facebook killed the alumni blogger, no doubt. We know about people getting married or having kids or living on the other side of the world. But somehow it seems even more transient than this. Of course, this is linear. Blog on top of blog. Thoughts buried by more thoughts, ad infinitum. I guess Facebook tends to be less than linear - profile pictures that swap each other out, photo albums and status updates, links... I still find it to be rather deceptive in nature - the thought of being connected to people in such a way - it's almost like dating a person who lives 1,600 miles away. But, the future arrives, regardless of our chagrin. Jobs come and go. Apartments are eventually replaced by houses. Children sprout up like coddled weeds (I'm not calling your kids weeds... am I?). I guess I'm just stalling. Why? I don't know.
I doubt it's news to anybody, but I'll be returning to live in Minnesota. I have already left my home of four years - the Pacific Northwest, with its temperate climate, snow-covered mountains and beautiful ocean scenery. I'm at that inbetween point (most people call it Wyoming), with a non-stop 30 mph wind and green-brown prairie grass making me think limbo doesn't sound very different. Some of life includes patiently waiting for the next thing. I'm waiting to see my girlfriend again. Tomorrow she is the photographer of the next graduating class. In three weeks, she'll be here to see me, and make my quiet return to Minneapolis, hoping to find a job and a place to stay. The rest of the story is too detailed for this venue, even with my previous record of blogblabbery. So, just expect that I'll try to return on our anniversary, every year until the robots shut down this blog, or I have more important things to do than fill internet pages with words that nearly no one will care about.
I hope to see you next month. Or maybe next year.
-Hubka
It's nearly been a year since anybody wrote on this thing. Facebook killed the alumni blogger, no doubt. We know about people getting married or having kids or living on the other side of the world. But somehow it seems even more transient than this. Of course, this is linear. Blog on top of blog. Thoughts buried by more thoughts, ad infinitum. I guess Facebook tends to be less than linear - profile pictures that swap each other out, photo albums and status updates, links... I still find it to be rather deceptive in nature - the thought of being connected to people in such a way - it's almost like dating a person who lives 1,600 miles away. But, the future arrives, regardless of our chagrin. Jobs come and go. Apartments are eventually replaced by houses. Children sprout up like coddled weeds (I'm not calling your kids weeds... am I?). I guess I'm just stalling. Why? I don't know.
I doubt it's news to anybody, but I'll be returning to live in Minnesota. I have already left my home of four years - the Pacific Northwest, with its temperate climate, snow-covered mountains and beautiful ocean scenery. I'm at that inbetween point (most people call it Wyoming), with a non-stop 30 mph wind and green-brown prairie grass making me think limbo doesn't sound very different. Some of life includes patiently waiting for the next thing. I'm waiting to see my girlfriend again. Tomorrow she is the photographer of the next graduating class. In three weeks, she'll be here to see me, and make my quiet return to Minneapolis, hoping to find a job and a place to stay. The rest of the story is too detailed for this venue, even with my previous record of blogblabbery. So, just expect that I'll try to return on our anniversary, every year until the robots shut down this blog, or I have more important things to do than fill internet pages with words that nearly no one will care about.
I hope to see you next month. Or maybe next year.
-Hubka
