I helped my neighbor Dorian move out most of his stuff on Sunday. Dorian was the trumpet GA the last two years, and has been a very great friend and mentor to me. He was the one who made me try my first beer the night before I turned 23, teaching me how to have a good time, making me hang out, and more importantly through this I began to relax. All the meetings in the neighboring apartment we had, all the knocks on my window to wake me up for 8am theory and 8am ear training, all the good times.
When we were moving the big stuff, like megabox and ultimate laundry out of his apartment, emotions just hit me. Friday (when he comes back) will be the last time I see him for a long while, and the same with my other friends. I am going to have grad friends here from everywhere from Boston to California to Florida to Nebraska and everywhere in between, and starting next year at The Ohio State University, I am going to have to try to make a new bunch of friends. I guess that will be hard, since I am not very good at meeting new people, and being a Doctorate student, that will even be harder. All I can do is be optimistic and hope for the best.