Upon arrival back at campus, I literally didn't have time to drop off my bags before I was running into more friendly faces than I can concisely relate. I threw my bags in a friends room on the first floor, and started the first retelling of my adventures back at home. This gents name was, and I expect still is, George. He is a singing, dancing, wrestling, outspoken individual. The antics that will ensue from our chance meeting here will be numerous, humorous, and sanguiferous. After satisfying each others basic curiosity of the others time away, I went away to respond to a "where are you!?" text. Upstairs I found many of my team mates all together doing exactly as I had just done with George.
Not to say I was not excited to see them again, but I must say it was weird. A strong mix of emotions presented itself when I saw myself with this group again. Their affinity for such a specific form of interaction had not changed at all, and the surface level conversations continued. I do not know what it was, but after only a few minutes I had to excuse myself. Nothing was different, I was not upset, nothing happened to really merit any sort of negative emotional response from me, but I just could not deal with such overtly trite conversations at this moment.
The bitter part of the bitter-sweet mix of leaving home, really stung at this moment.
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