Author’s Note:

Well shit. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but something’s abound and it’s not a great something. However, it’s not a world-ending something. Keep your heads, don’t be dumb. I miss you all.

The Post, For Real Now:

I am a very good boy. I don’t mean to brag, but I brush my teeth twice a day and I eat all my vegetables. I am an extremely good boy. 

That being said, it’s been a while since anyone has told me I am a good boy. Therefore it came as a shock to me when, at a family meal, my dear mother commended me for eating two helpings of dinner by saying “good boy.” This vexed me.

“Why am I being rewarded for eating more? This does not compute” I thought to myself. At my lovely school, Kenyon College, I always try to manage how much food I eat. Why am I being praised for gluttony? Then it dawned on me. I realized that I have reverted so far into being back home that I am once again a growing boy.

What is one supposed to feel at a time like this? I am an adult living a child’s life.

Returning to my ancestral home for a long stretch of time has forced me to remember all the time I spent here, and I can no longer tell where I end and this place begins. Time has no meaning. Calories are non-existent. Did I just imagine Ohio? Ohio can’t be real, right? Right?

Don’t let isolation take your mind. Hang in there.