To My Self

To You,

I hope that you can stop yourself from falling into old, destructive habits. I hope this tragic ending to your year-long fling with the idea of finding love and happiness won't stop you from discovering new love in something you've yet to do or with someone you've yet to meet. I hope that you will be able to forgive and let go of those things that have hurt you. I hope you will be able to find your own way and find the peace you've been looking for far too long.

Yours truly,

Kevin

Graduation

I feel a bit obligated to write something shortly after what is perhaps the most important day (and past few weeks) of my life so far. Yesterday was the graduation of Cornell's Class of 2010. As is usual in these cases, it was bittersweet.

I'm not sure what to think. It is the typical post-graduation nostalgia that hits me hard, but it's different this time. It's not like middle school, where, typically, most friends are still close to home but social interactions are confined, for the most part, in the classroom. It's not like high school, where, although there are friends throughout the city or district, they are still close by; you can graduate from high school knowing that people will return to home base eventually, at least for a few years of being away. College is different. Four years of living together, working together, and laughing together was pretty awesome. Unfortunately, though, people are required to move on from here, at least physically. And this time, some move back home to distant places like Connecticut and Canada, some move on to work in places like Denver and Wisconsin, and some will go on to [even] higher education in the west coast, for example.

Do I expect to seem many of them again? I can't say. But I am hopeful.

Yesterday was fine because amidst the ceremony and brief moments of reminiscing , we were busy packing, loading up the car, and moving away all before realizing the significance of the day, whether as feeling a sense of accomplishment or as a feeling of needing to GTFO.

I don't miss the campus just yet. (I will be returning for a fifth year for my Masters.) I will, however, miss the people I shared it with. Four years of hard work didn't necessarily pay off as people say, but goddammit, it was an amazing ride.

I write this from Duffield Hall, because it is far too hot (and lonely) to stay in the apartment. The Canadians left for the last time this morning.

Happy Christmas, All

Forget the politically correct way of saying "Happy Holidays", particularly today. Today is "Christmas", and you know it. December 25 was put on the calendar because of this holiday, so celebrate it well.

Unfortunately, it will not be a white Christmas in New York this year. In fact, from the looks of it, it will be a dreary, mild, and cloudy winter day, with patches of snow and ice left over from this weekend. The second half of this year just isn't going well at all. The world is falling apart, housing sales are down, and people are spending less. I still hope the spirit of the holiday is high. To be together with friends and family is the obligatory thing to do and ought to be the greatest gift of all. I know it is for me. At this time, I continue my yearly tradition of giving and receiving little to no gifts at all, showing reverence to the environment at the expense of disrespect to the economy.

Hang in there. Before you know it, 2009 will come. Then, we can be forward-looking and let the social recovery begin.

In the meantime, Merry Christmas. Here is a hug, from me to you: http://usumbs.com/hug

Revisitation

I'd like to revisit this blog, simply because I feel the need to write something.

I find that Blogger has a particular aura about it that makes it unique from all other blogging websites I've tried. It presents things plain and simple, gets to the point, and encourages the expression of true thoughts and feelings, rather than the lavishness.

It facilitates writing and posting better than any other web app I've tried so far.

I find that it is a great place for solemn writings. See it as you will.