Life Was So Simple Back Then

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 look back on those days and wonder what happened to her. The girl with the smile. The girl with the incredible friends, the world at her fingertips, without any worry or doubt.

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."

 –Avenue Q




Life Was So Simple Back Then — 5 Comments

  1. I know it wasn’t your senior year, but a cherished college memory for all involved is certainly the grad-directed play “Fortitude” starring Danielle V, Matthew Freeman, David DelGrosso, and Kerri Fuhrman. It was something about some people in cardboard boxes. Hard to say. But as far as memories go, that was the first time (of many since) when I’ve thought moments before entering onstage, “I can’t believe we are about to do this for people.”

  2. I’m familiar with this feeling — though often for me it comes with caveats, things I would change, questions of “what the hell was I DOING with him?”, etc.
    Love the pictures in general and that last picture in particular. Is that Kenmore? Did we go to the same school, I wonder? The internets are fascinating that way…
    Anyway. Stumbled over here via twitter (perpetually late to the party, am I!) and am enjoying reading. Keep on keepin’ on.
    (Also, I like the writing-in-the-voice-of-your-kitties. It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about my beasties, myself, and I can’t imagine they’re happy about that. Hmm.)

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