Homecoming is a thing. Every year, at pretty much every school.
Even though I’m a current student, I’m not so interested in the big football game that goes along with it, or the giant parties. I’m after the nostalgia.
Yes, I dwell too much in nostalgia as it is. I’ll see or hear something or someone that reminds me of something or someone else and a mental chain will remind me of something I haven’t thought of in years or decades. But that’s not this nostalgia.
The nostalgia of Homecoming for me is a shared nostalgia. This year, I got to share it with an old friend who drove in from another, not-too-distant city. We pulled out the school jackets (although I wore my current one because it felt right to do so), wandered around campus seeing all the changes and all the things that are still the same, and the student ghetto, pointing out all the places we each used to live. We saw a couple of people we recognized from way back in the day, ran into a couple of people I share classes with, had very young students ask to take a selfie with alumni, received fist bumps and shouts of approval, and ate food that could have been healthier.
All in all, it was a good day. I highly recommend it.
Next year is an anniversary year for our original class. A larger gathering may be in order.
Be well, everyone.by