Reflections.

On leaving California, I was reminded of the life I once had there; it was almost surreal. The life I built in my four years at Palo Alto High School and my three years at UC Berkeley at the time seemed to be more important and life-changing years than I could ever imagine.

I started my blog almost promptly after leaving Berkeley - in my first month here at Yale. It's strange to think that I'm finishing another chapter. I've gone through hours and hours of thought on what I've learned here in New Haven over the last three years, and I'm determined to make things right as I start a new chapter in New York City.

Last week, I stood backstage with Henry during the finale of Romeo and Juliet, waiting to play the Prokofieff - in a passing moment, it struck me that I no longer belonged to Berkeley. How long will it take for me to feel the same way about Yale?

I rarely write personal posts like this, but fuck it - I'm feeling like a pansy at the moment. Suck it.

Thanks to all y'all who made my California trip a good one - henry/quelani/steve chiang/jerome/leslie/stevecarter/jaakko/jimmy/dave/andy/leon/kevin/meredith/myung/steph/eisaku.

And thanks to all y'all who made my experience at Yale...an interesting one.

Goodbye New Haven.