One day at a time

I say it every time. People change. Things change. Even feelings change.

I went to XU a while ago because my friend Rechell asked me to do her a favor of getting her diploma. We graduated together last 2007. And through college, I think we got closer than we'd expect. I guess we had much similarities than differences. And it was fun. I learned a thing or two from her and she was the kind of person who was practical and who had a clear goal in her mind. I admired her for that. Because quite the contrary I had no vivid plan whatsoever. I was just always around with friends, drinking here and there. And now that I think about it she was my other "world". And it suited me just fine. I liked variations. I still do.

Going back, I did went to my old school. So many new stuff is going on. Constructions are buzzing along pathways. Many roads were blocked. I even had to take other routes I think three times before I got through my next stop because I thought the usual walkway was still the walkway but they had to close it for renovation purposes. And I felt so lost like I didn't know where to go anymore. Am I really that old?

Me and Rechell at Bigby's in one of her vacations

Also, they have now this MAGIS Center Building. I suppose its for student activities, etc. I happened to really climbed the stairs of this particular building because after reading the sign from the old Office of Student Affairs at the Xavier Hall that it was already transferred, I had to go to get signature for Rechell's clearance. And so I went and found new faces, new rooms, new facilities. It was nice to see new stuffs. My only reaction was that, damn it was so hot, where's the air when you need it?

Me and my happy batch mates in one of our activities 

But what really got me was that I couldn't find anyone that I used to see before. And I think I always assumed people would still be there like the ones who always hung out in the Aggie area just outside the Science Center Building. I though I'd find those cowboys that we had back then. Yes, they wore cowboy boots. I remember they would come down from Manresa all messed up, dirty, soggy and just plain haggard. And they would form in groups laughing or sharing stories whatever they can think of just happily hanging out in one of those sheds conveniently built for that purpose. And it was just easy to be mixed in that audience. I just liked to kind of push myself a little backward content to be the background because I enjoyed seeing people do their thing. I guess now, everybody is submerged with their own lives trying to make something out of themselves. That fun moment has disappeared.

It felt quite melancholic, sad and yeah a little tragic. Somehow deep inside I want to see that same scenario in person. Now, I can only imagine it and have it a blur picture in my mind. I miss being in those moments. I miss not having to worry about anything. But then again, it's either I grow or I die. That simple.