Back on campus at Berkeley

I thought I'd take the time to answer the question, "How does it feel to be back on campus two months after graduating?" No one in particular asked me this question, in fact absolutely no one asked me any such question, but nonetheless I thought I ought to answer it.

It feels odd.










Very odd.











Ok, not that odd.

But it does feel like I'm seeing everything for the first time. Like maybe the way it FELT to see the berkeley campus on my first day freshman year. There's only this nagging feeling that maybe, maybe once in another life I might have known this place intimately. That maybe the columns of Wheeler hall, the olive trees in front of Giannini, the red brick floor of Sproul Plaza, the spongy grass at the Campanile were once old friends, though now forgotten.

Maybe this is just...

Maybe I am just feeling the weight of my departure two months after the fact.