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Going Back
Apr. 30th, 2010 11:43 amI was invited to a friend's graduation. Despite still not having an income, I decided to splurge and go up to Chicago to see him. See, his parents can't make it, and it is partially my influence that he joined up.
It is a weekend that should be all about him. He's (hopefully) gone through a couple of months of pushing himself to the limit so the Navy can remake him in their image. That's after the months that he worked to get himself at weight (I don't know anyone else who loves food as much as he does, and I mean that in a good way). He rebelled against his mother in a way that I've never had to in order to go.
Despite that, it will bring back memories for me. My graduation was in Florida, through a different program, in the opening of a new war (less than two weeks after 9-11). But six years ago, Chicago was where I left the service. Not in crowds of people, but with simple paperwork.
And I'm going by train. I am not comfortable driving in Chicago, and with two weeks notice it isn't affordable to fly. But that's how I left (another silly story of me missing details).
And it was the end of a relationship that I don't talk about much because it confuses the narrative I like to tell of my current one.
But I'm going. Because I owe it to someone to be there for him.
It is a weekend that should be all about him. He's (hopefully) gone through a couple of months of pushing himself to the limit so the Navy can remake him in their image. That's after the months that he worked to get himself at weight (I don't know anyone else who loves food as much as he does, and I mean that in a good way). He rebelled against his mother in a way that I've never had to in order to go.
Despite that, it will bring back memories for me. My graduation was in Florida, through a different program, in the opening of a new war (less than two weeks after 9-11). But six years ago, Chicago was where I left the service. Not in crowds of people, but with simple paperwork.
And I'm going by train. I am not comfortable driving in Chicago, and with two weeks notice it isn't affordable to fly. But that's how I left (another silly story of me missing details).
And it was the end of a relationship that I don't talk about much because it confuses the narrative I like to tell of my current one.
But I'm going. Because I owe it to someone to be there for him.
