a crossroads for the fellowship
It was likely early on in my freshman fall semester of VT that I found the magnificant resources and implementations of sentimentality. I can recall the impact that Allison and Tabitha had on me when I made my way out of JFHS’s doors and into the collegiate lifestyle; they instilled upon me a new outlook, one that didn’t say, “let’s move on!” but rather one that reminisced and replied, “you have brought me hope.” Tech provided the outlet to initialize my sentimentality; A & T gave me the manual.
Thus, this weekend I put this new realm of emotions into an expansive bloom as I said goodbye to two wonderful friends, Adam and Courtney. Admittedly, I will see Courtney as chance brings reunion, but it may be an era before I meet up with Adam again. His move to Cleveland will throw an inrevocable chasm in terms of communication; although a Mac and an iSight later I may be rewording my grief.
After the Friday evening fun, sleep overcame us and we rested. An intermission before the finis. Adam and I woke up Saturday morning and took a run around the rolling countryside of Harrisonburg, his longer stride pummeling my weakling pace, but he was kind enough to back off to a jog for me.
We both met up with Courtney for a movie, Napoleon Dynamite. Quite possibly the funniest movie I’ve seen this year. That film deserved more independent film festival awards than it received; dry humor abounds and lights up every awkward-pausing moment. Worth getting to own, absolutely.
Then we made it to Dave’s Taverna for dinner. It was an all-encompassing, amazing meal. Following the delicacies we got some ice cream from Kline’s and walked the downtown area taking pictures and realizing our time together was fading.
That night was simply composed of MST3K and fun.
A brunch at the Little Grille, the Gillie’s of H-Vegas, began our morning. Each of us, I would say, had a meal worth remembering.
Sadly, goodbyes began to ring out after that. Farewells. I packed and hit the road. While I can browse the many pictures I took this weekend, I will do even better to retain the memories written in our capsule of time.
This was a final page, a conclusion and resolution after the climax. Yet, I do believe that just as Tolkien, Lewis, and Chaucer found ways to out-do themselves, I anticipate another, more consummate, volume in store for our relationships.