Nearing Graduation

The days are coming faster now. The minutes slower. Always when you look at the clock, the second hand seems to slow down. Yet Monday becomes Sunday at such an alarmingly exponential rate that I must have stumbled into some kind of vortex. There is a disturbance in the space-time continuum.

Yes, Josh, I meant exponential. Josh is my math wizard friend. I do not mean he is good at math, although he is. I mean to say that he is good at math and a wizard. Two distinct qualities. Both enjoyable. But before I was explaining Josh, I was explaining to Josh that I was not misusing the term exponential in an effort to turn a phrase. I really mean each week seems to be moving twice as fast as the last.

As graduation draws nigh, I have entered a phase of pre-nostalgia. Pangs of times gone by hit me while I am experiencing the events. Tis a vexing state of being. I wish I had one more lunch at my favorite restaurant. Then another lunch comes, which makes me feel stupid. Here I am longing after a thing that is likely to reoccur with some regularity until I leave, and I'm not leaving for months.

Along with the vague notions of reminiscence, I am filled with excitement. I shall be married soon. To a marvelous girl/woman/person. I say girl because I've known her since grade school. I say woman because I am scared of feminists. I say person because she is a wonderful individual. Complete and whole. Balanced and perfect. And I get to share a home with her. A home complete with furniture and rooms and a dog.

And it shall be glorious.

The only thing that puts a dampen on my impending glory is finding a job in this godforsaken economy. I am in the process of searching, and it has had its ups and downs thus far. Lots of people not hiring, not looking, not interested. A few interviews. A few rejection letters. Still time to find a good fit and nail something down before graduation. Still time. For now...

Opposing the dampening forces of job-searching is the idea of coming home. Not only do I get married after graduation I get to move back to my home state. With my home streets and my home family. Homey home home. My family is at home (as they should be). I am excited to be close enough to my brothers to grab a beer after work. Close enough to my Dad's house to throw together a poker game. Close enough to be able to babysit my niece and nephews.

And it shall be glorious.

That's it for now.

Strength and Honor.