I am sitting in a Caribou Coffee store where I
ought to be working on a graduate project

(which sounds very important to say but in reality is very little fun at all) and listening to Maslanka 7 and going through pictures from the last year (of which there are pathetically few).
In reality, I’m not writing much at the moment.
Instead I’m feeling this huge rush of affection for the band,
Rand (yes even
Rand), the
Norway trip, my wonderful friends from high school, everyone from St. Olaf and especially the amazing people I got to know well, environmental studies, sunlight, and pretty much every picture in my computer folder.
I’m not sure what brought this all on, but I feel like perhaps I didn’t appreciate and drink in everything as much as I ought to have while everything was going on.
Listening to Maslanka brings back this longing to play in the band with a bitchin Buffet bass clarinet in my hands.
I didn’t always enjoy waking up at
6am on tour (ok, never enjoyed the early mornings) but the concerts and the music and the friends!
Concerts where people felt like their whole outlook on the world they lived in had been altered and where the people you loved made sure they found you and hugged you before going on.
Music that permanently sinks into your being and the smallest beat gets you fingering the parts again (which for me is especially crazy since I am not the technical speedster my sectionmates are!) and feeling the chords.
There’s Anna’s choral with the soprano clarinets and Jostein’s solo in movement two that lasts for only a few measures and still manages to leave me transformed every time I hear it.
I feel like I could have had a much more profound devotion had I known then what I know now.
Then I saw this picture from Christmas break where Leah, Tracy, Justin, Wendy and I went to Applebee’s and caught up. Something about seeing their smiling faces helps me feel centered and loved and ready to get married. It was like I had come from this wonderful network of loving people who had been helping me get to this point all along even though I had no idea. And maybe even that I had helped them along, too.
Then there are pictures from interim. One little girl who was by far the most challenging person to me I met in the school and the most meaningful sits both crying and grinning in the same pictures on the day we left. I wasn’t sure that I could really do this teaching thing until I walked into the school every day for a month and occasionally wanted to beat my head against a wall and still woke up at 5am the next morning looking forward to being with the kids, helping them do something new, and cheering them on when they succeeded (because they always did).
Also there are the pictures of school friends. We’re in Mexico standing in front of a candy-colored Guanojuato, dressed up at the Mellby prom as different characters, in front of fjords, meeting on the paths of the campus, wearing insane costumes in the Rand front lounge (corsets x3), making feasts in the Ellingson lounge, and toasting marshmallows in Jennifer and Bridget’s room. It’s no wonder to me know that whenever I meet a St. Olaf graduate they light up and go into overdrive talking
about the college. Everyone must feel this way to some extent about the place they devoted 4
years and many thousands of dollars to. How can you not love something that’s both destination and stepping stone to everything you will ever do for many millions of moments after you’ve left? Seeing Megan and Jennifer last night was like going back to St. Olaf only better because I realized that we all have many more years of friendships together.
And then there’s Jimmy. The pictures from my visit to Budapest are my favorites because it was in that week that we somehow went from being two kids who happened to be dating to two people who realized they couldn’t and wouldn’t live without one another. And here we are about to get married. It’s funny to think back to how
mature and grown up I thought I’d feel when I’d found the person I was going to marry. Instead I feel fresh and young (perhaps too young but of course that’s what makes it romantic as opposed to feeling calculated if that makes sense) and that there’s so much more I have yet to figure out. I like it much better that way. My relationship is one area in which I definitely need to reflect and live in the moment more. Wonderful things pass me by and I’m only half-feeling them for one reason or another. For the next four weeks before and the many years after this wedding, I want to slow down (like the end of Maslanka 7 that I’m listening to now).
I might understand Swann’s Way better now because I realize what it’s like to have one small thing bring back a torrential flood of love and memory that you weren’t entirely aware of. So to everyone and everything, I’m heading back to my graduate essay but it has been infinitely more wonderful to think about all of you.