I really have trouble leaving familiarity.<\/p>\n
In the last few days, I suddenly realized that I don\\’t want to meet any more new people in Pittsburgh. There isn\\’t enough time to do the new person thing. The awkward, exciting stage of I-don\\’t-know-yet. Then the comfort phase of friendship where we establish ties, an exchange of cell phone numbers or screennames, the regular hang out, the casual small talk of every day life.<\/p>\n
The prospective phds are visiting this weekend. The prospectives for my masters program are visiting the following week.<\/p>\n
I know I am often at my best in times where I have nothing to lose. The last few months I had in Berkeley, I met so many people–people who felt like they had known me forever. It\\’s reaching that point now, but unlike before, I won\\’t be as likely to return. In a few years if I ever visit Pittsburgh, the city won\\’t be the same. Perhaps, only one or two of the people I knew would be here. And that\\’s it.<\/p>\n
How about a cliched statement? Isn\\’t this just the…end of the beginning?<\/p>\n
I smell someone cooking ground beef in my house. Now I am hungry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I really have trouble leaving familiarity. In the last few days, I suddenly realized that I don\\’t want to meet any more new people in Pittsburgh. There isn\\’t enough time to do the new person thing. The awkward, exciting stage … Continue reading