The Final Stretch

My summer has hit a plateau of excitement, 10K probably being its most recent climax. I had one of the greatest times of my life. I spent it with people I love and we all had a great time. Now that I'm home, I've fallen back in place with my circle of friends, our sources of entertainment so limiting we often resort to apathetically waiting for something to happen, unlike 10K where something was happening all the time be it a show or a dude tripping balls in a rabbit costume trying to hide behind your car in the middle of the night and scaring the shit out of you. There are no tripping rabbits here. I've spent the past few days packing up what little I want to bring with me to California in large Rubbermaid tubs, squeezing in a stack of books and movies and music things and other knickknacks I feel the need to take with me. The rest lays out on my desk and floor, waiting for a box to be put in. These last nine days in Wisconsin are easy to pass by but difficult to see go. As I recollect my memories with their materialistic apprehensions, I say goodbye to an eighteen year history here, only to start anew and create my own.