There are not many people out at four o'clock on this particular Tuesday morning in
Hanover, New Hampshire.
For some reason, this surprises me. As many of you know, I graduated Sunday from Dartmouth College, and my bus to the airport leaves in about 6 hours. Things being the way they are, and people being who they are, I decided to just take a walk and enjoy the night. It's a beautiful night, cool, a little crisp... I thought there would be more people out. I had hoped there would be more people out, I guess. I think the folks who are still here from the class of 2003, and who are not out tonight, are insane. Two people are on the Green in sleeping bags; they have the right idea, and if I were at all inclined to sleep, I'd do the same. But I don't want to sleep, so I'll just walk around a while longer and watch the sun come up.
I've been saying for months now that I'm ready to go, that it's my time, that I need to move on. It's true that I need to move on, and it is my time, but I am not ready. That's all it comes down to in the end:
I am not ready to leave.
I need a hug, and my friends are either already gone, or asleep.
What am I going to do now?