July 5, 2006
Buffalo trip: one final post ::
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7:41 am
I find I’m having a hard time constructing a cohesive narrative for the final day of my time in Buffalo, so I figure that, rather than forcing my story into something it just simply isn’t I’d do what comes naturally and just provide some random examples of things that happened yesterday:
Saw two of my cousins, Patrick and Janet. They are siblings. Patrick is moving to the Boston area in a month, and begins law school in the fall. We talked about the law school survival techniques I’ve picked up over the past three years, and how to deal with the unmanageable amount of work and stress that school involves. The way we left it was that I told him I was really excited for him. I hope that was OK —the last thing I want is to make it sound like law school is totally awesome because, really, it isn’t.
Talked with Janet about housing transitions, which we are both dealing with to some degree or another. Different stories, but the feelings are generally the same for the both of us, especially since we both have a particular aversion to moving, it seems.
Saw my cousin Jeff and his new son Sam. I have a particular affection for Jeff because: (1) we were born a week apart and visiting Buffalo when I was a kid was synonymous with having sleepovers at his house; (2) he’s an avid Simpson’s fan, so we can quote obscure lines from various decade-old shows and know what the other is talking about; (3) he’s a CPA, and I’m an attorney (why is this a reason that I like him? Don’t know!); (4) even tough our lives have taken very different turns and we’ve grown into different people, we still have quite a bit in common.
Oh, and lest you think this entire visit was about nothing but seeing family members, here’s one other thing. I saw no fireworks at all this year, except for a few off in the distance as Robin and I were driving out of Toronto. Why fireworks in Toronto, I do not know. Maybe it was some show of support or something. Or an excuse to party. In either case, I say that we start doing something in recognition of Boxing Day. For the sake of reciprocity, you know?
And finally, my plane doesn’t leave until 11:25, so I’m going to be here for quite some time. I have more than enough items on my agenda to keep me busy for the duration, but none of them I find particularly interesting. Why that is, I’m not sure.
