It’s been a luscious 1 month and 28 days since my last literary blogging masterpiece. There’s a number of factors to blame for the sub-two-month sabbatical: the end of the beloved DeCal Blog, finals, packing, moving back to the CO, free under the table web hosting dropping off of the face of the planet for Kiwimonk, starting the new job… Nonetheless, with a new face to the Think.Kiwimonk blog, and renewed legal web space, there exist definitely good intentions to return to the blogging circuit.

It’s odd being home. Odd in a relatively good way. Comparable to the enjoyable type of “awkward.” I’ve told a few people, well—more than a few, I’ve actually probably beat this saying to death, but when I’m at Berkeley I feel like I’m at summer camp, and when I’m at home I’m on vacation… So essentially I lack a home in this enjoyable pre-adulthood sort of way. For some reason, I’m still not able to comprehend the fact that anything changed in the home-state while I was gone. It’s as if I’m convinced that the world stops whenever I leave. At least it should. I am unable to grasp the idea of any of my younger acquaintances getting any older, and I’m absolutely horrible at recalling what grade anyone is in anymore. You know, when you get to be my age…

I made my rounds during one of my favorite past times, graduation party weekend. Somewhere, in the long abyss of my past I made a pact with my friend Allen to eat at every single Graduation Party I ever attended. Now, this was not just “have a bite of a little something something” at every graduation party, it was “enjoy at least the main course” at every graduation party, “man up and eat” at every graduation party. Needless to say those 10000 Calorie weekends probably didn’t aide my health, but they were unequivocally worth it. My own graduation party is another blog in itself, but I kept to the oath this year as well (of course) and relished in the schmoozing, assortment of graduation cakes, going out of my way to cut out the graduate’s face from the cake…

I’m heading to Vietnam at the end of this month on a family excursion. It’s been almost ten years, meaning the last time my relatives saw me I was a plump, buck-teethed, bowl-hair-cutted animal of a third grader. Without a doubt, I’m excited to travel the mother country North to South seeing family and gorging on ridiculously cheap, freaking amazing Vietnamese foods along the way.

It’s nice to be back, and it’ll be nice to go back. There’s plenty more to reminisce, catch up, reflect, and provide ridiculous commentary on—100 foot slip and slides, the voyage to the eye doctor, high class adventures at Country Buffet.—all in time.

Welcome back.

Labels: Country Buffet, graduation, home, Vietnam

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