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Back at BC. Polar opposite of last year. Not to say that in the course of two weeks I am totally sold on it by any means. However, compared to where I was in May and where I am now this is a good place. However, I still don't know if this is the right place for me or if I'll ever know. Rather, it is familiar and often times those familiar things offer us comfort simply because they are just that-familiar. But we move forward and conquer. I still havent been to one of my classes. Not a good thing. I can't fall into my habits of last year. That won't work for anybody.

I miss those people in Alameda. But as Shane pointed out they no longer reside there. At least not for the moment. When I look back on the summer one of the first things to strike me is simply how long the damn thing was. I'm tired of evaluating it or looking back on it. I have fond memories that I will always treasure but now I look towards the future. The roads we are on will lead back to each other whether they have pit stops in Alameda, Boston, San Francisco, London, Eugene, Santa Clara, or Florence. We're family.

I'm happy with the decisions I've made. They weren't popular and I might have lost something precious. But I still justify it by knowing that I lost that precious thing without tarnishing it. It will always shine.

I move forward. In the days ahead we'll see what happens. I think I'm chasing a phantom who was born on two random occasions but we'll see.

Its time to focus on becoming a better sketch writer.

Do work.