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I call the living, I mourn the dead, I chase the lightning.

Wanderlust -- "a trip, or a need to understand one's very existence,
that starts with the first step of a long journey"

-- Travels and ramblings -- summer of 08 and beyond ---

Monday, May 9, 2011

Remembering Cambridge

I scan through the memories in my brain, look at the pictures on my walls, and often think it was all but a fanciful dream. CME, a year-long dream.

Fresher’s week, matriculation dinner, porters, math lectures, formal halls, pennying, Lion’s Yard shopping, bops and the college bar, Sainsbury’s food, Soul Tree and Cindy’s and cheese music, punting, revisions and final exams, May balls…

These are the things in Cambridge I remember off the top of my head, and even then I had to rethink several times and strain to remember the names of Sainsbury, Lion’s Yard… There are other places and things around Cambridge whose names escape me right now – like that small place (begins with a G?) we eat at in middle of the night, or the food trucks nearby (Trailer of Life and what else?)… what else am I missing?

A sad description of life in Cambridge, I know. Maybe I have an especially bad memory, but the vividness of Cambridge has faded. Unguarded, those memories waned while I was busy readjusting to the States and busy graduating MIT and busy starting full-time in NYC. Before I noticed, two years had passed. And now, I will try to not forget, try to resurrect the memories of my Cambridge days, both the beautiful and the ugly.

As this next school year comes to a close, I look back as an alum and wish one thing – that I had done more. Taken more pictures, made more (closer) friends, joined more societies, explored around more, talked more, listened more, learned more, written more, remembered more.. and stayed in touch more.

To this year’s exchange students and university seniors, I tell you: soak it all up now while you can, because once you leave Cam – never again.