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I wish someone would’ve told me nothing in high school matters almost immediately when you get to college. I feel so disconnected from my past life and experiences. UK has been such a new page. I’ve gone from being in the “popular group” and having tons of friends in Roswell to essentially feeling like a small kid on a big campus. I know these things take time but it’s tough to trust that and wonder what that’ll look like. I guess I just don’t know how to put myself out there.

I feel stranded. I miss being able to go out whenever I please and exploring and being able to do things on my own time. I feel trapped or helpless to do the things I really want to do.

College is hard.

UK pickleball

I played in my first pickleball tournament with the Kentucky club/team. We traveled 3 hours up to Indiana where we competed through NCPA against other colleges in a weekend. I myself played in the challenger bracket playing both mens doubles and singles. Our d1 team was fun to watch and cheer on. Cheering on pickleball is such a funny thing to me, it’s weirdly serious while also seeming like a casual game to me. I played okay, it was really just good to be there. The talent of some kids is crazy, they are getting paid to play and offered money to play at specific schools. Ive met great people in the club and I will definitely be playing throughout my time at UK.

drive time

made it to LEX. woke up raring to go. Picked up the minivan at 8, hit the road just after 9. Made time for coffee and breakfast tacos. I’m sure I came off like a bad Drill sergeant but I figured I’d have to do all the driving. And in silence. So got my head right and my AirPods on. 6 hours of Conan and Mark Maron here i come.

Fast forward to Steph and Jules now chilling at the hotel. he’s hatching plans with some fraternity later tonight. move in isn’t till 1:30 tmrw. So what’s the big rush I guess you could say? I don’t know. I’m paying out the nose for all this. I want to soak it in as best I can. But truth be told, the money is really secondary. Maybe it’s some unconscious anxiety about my son truly going off to college. a lot of roads have taken us here. I’m excited. For him. For us. But mostly for me I guess. I grabbed the hotel bike just as soon as we got here and went on a ride around town

College bound

we head out tmrw. Last meal at little alley was amazing. Not just the food, but mostly the way the staff, managers, even the chef all lavished such genuine praise and pleasure at having working with Julian. It was truly a proud moment for Steph and I. We gave him one final grad gift while we waited for our steak. A pair of AirPods since his vanished earlier this summer. I know first hand how essential these things can be. Paid extra to have them engraved in a rush.

J. Dawg 🛹

anyway, the big dog still has yet to pack. and a handful of thank you cards left to write. 😘

winding down

so weird to think I’m winding down this chapter. Probably just a few posts left before I do. Definitely a self imposed bookend but I threw down the gauntlet to myself and the kids a while ago. Wrap it up by the end of summer when Jules goes off to college. Not that it triggered any response from the orange pieces, but, for me at least, I appreciated having a natural culmination point. Just a handful of days before we head out. minivan is rented. hotel is booked. Tuition is paid. (Thank you Dad and Irene!)

final dinner locked and loaded – where else but Little Alley?