I just attended my graduation, six years after the fact. Actually, today's not about me at all, but rather about my sister-in-law who just graduated from Lauren and my alma mater, Principia College. We're up here with Lauren's parents to see her graduate and help her move out of school and back to Texas. Of course I find a way to make it about me, though.
I had a couple classes left senior spring so I never walked the stage with my cohort. Instead I watched them from the audience and picked up my diploma in the mail. So today, having just graduated from the Navy this week, it was as if the commencement speaker was addressing me directly.
It's like a do-over. I'm back in that same spot I was six years ago, in terms of freedom and possibilities. We can go anywhere and do anything. Except now, it's me and Lauren and Marlowe. Each multiplying the possibilities. And there's all my friends and all I've learned and everywhere I've been and there's the Airstream and my bike and all the miles I've ridden.
You know when you say, "if only I knew then what I know now," well now I do. I'm driving home from college with a few bucks in my pocket and a few ideas in my head, the river to my right and summer spilling over the horizon.
Last time I was here I married the girl of my dreams, traveled the world, lost a fiddling contest to the devil but found a four-year loophole. Let's see what we can do this time.