Title is from Avenue Q, "I Wish I Could Go Back To College"
Tonight, I miss Boston. A lot. I should be more specific, though. I miss college. I miss the years from 1995-1999 when I lived in a dorm, ate in a dining hall, and made some of the most wonderful and enduring friends I will ever have.
I miss downtown Boston, where we never whined or complained that we had nothing to do, because there was always something to do when you were 21 and full of life and creativity. And silliness. Never forget the silliness.
Oh, we loved life, that year. That was the one year, 1998-1999, my senior year, the one solitary year I didn't have any major mental breakdowns. It was like the universe said "We'll give you your senior year. You'll be paying for it for the rest of your life, but enjoy it now. You can have this year."
I had that one year.
It's been ten years now. Ten years since that girl. I have shoeboxes full of memories, I have far too infrequent visits from the amazing girls who became extraordinary women, although we never really grew up. That was never part of the plan.
I had that one year. Was it perfect? No. Are my memories of that year perfect? Absolutely.
I wish I could go back to college!
How do I go back to college?
I wish I had taken more pictures.
But if I were to go back to college,
Think what a loser I'd be-
I'd walk through the quad,
And think "Oh my God…"
"These kids are so much younger than me."