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I didn't weep, but a tear came to my eye when I saw the hailing and the term "townie summer" to my beloved Athens. It was so beloved, I only returned once until I fell in thrall with a denizen. Yet, it remains in my origin story - like a trophy.
And my last year there, I did a townie summer. The years prior, I - like most of us - went trudging home to calibrate and summer job. This summer, I pretended I got a job at the mall and that my lease couldn't be broken and I lived like a pretend adult.
it was glorious.
So much happened to me the year I turned 21.
I told most of the stories on my words column, but what comes to mind the most is the feeling that instead of being moored to something - tethered to someone/something - I was free. I became friends with someone no one in my friend group knew. I went to a party in a part of town I'd never been. And you know what? I didn't like it very. I am in love with my Athens friends - chuck had the best taste - to this second.
There's a feeling that's hard to capture - that first torpor - the cliff vs. the sea.
I worked at a gas station. I drank beers that cost a dollar. I went to music shows. I stayed up. I kissed. I worked. I thought. I walked.
I miss me.
yet, I often feel wiser then than I do now. The quality of humans I attract has been ... not the same. Anyway, I only hopped on to tell you happy cinco de mayo and
townie summers are magic...
and the best movie that catches it is the non-soccer flick: "Kicking And Screaming"
P.s. I'll never write again will i... I've lost it because Ive no emotions to play
p.p.s. the rainbow chime makes me dissociate because I sometimes can't handle what I did - giving myself away in the first second and going "lucky you" - I cringe...
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