Faustus has instructed me to begin each entry with a mention that it is I, and not he, who is blogging for the next few days. To avoid reader confusion, you see. So, Faustus is away, he will be back Monday, I think, and until then, you will have to make do with a neurotic lesbian New Yorker, rather than a neurotic gay New Yorker.
I am sure you all have been waiting to hear how my reunion adventures are proceeding. I have to say, it has been extremely exhausting. And it’s hard to be pithy or humorous about it, as I am standing at a Mac kiosk, experiencing extreme nostalgia for all the times I stood in this very place and checked my email after a lecture or before running to work at the music library. My old dorm is just the same, even the mural paintings in the tunnels connecting the buildings are pretty much unchanged. So really I am just a big old ball of sappiness right now. No neuroses. I am even recalling studying for finals in a melancholy and longing way.
Now if only I could experience such contentment IN the moment, rather than looking back at it!