Many people will tell you that your college years are among the best. I agree. Not because I miss waking up hungover and eating leftover burritos everyday, or having some shitty car that you hope starts every time you get in but because of the friends you make during those formative years. My friends and I… we are fortunate.
Hanging out at Cory’s place yesterday with the San Diego crew and our respective counterparts, we realized that the year we all met in college was half of our lifetimes ago. Pretty wild.
A lot has changed, some of us have kids now, we all got real jobs and luckily, no one has gotten noticeably out of shape as middle-age men tend to do. But some things haven’t changed either. The camaraderie, the bullshit, the laughs. People start to grow apart as they get older and that’s ok, but what does it matter if we all grow in the same direction?