dr

The dr trip was a lot better than I expected (probably not so much that I didn't expect so much, as much as I was too busy to even have time to have expectations; wow that's a lot of much's).

No one cried. Or, no one cried enough for me to notice, haha. The trip was too fun to be sad?

I find it hard to miss people when 1) life is short compared to the eternity I will probably spend with them and 2) God willing, I will see them again (i.e. before I die). Although point 1 applies only to some people, so maybe this comes with a greater sense of urgency for others?

But maybe the real reason is entirely separate, and less palatable. And that is: If I lose touch with someone, it is because I choose to. Maybe we're just sad that our future selves will not mind losing touch, even though it(?) would be perfectly okay with it? But this might not be the entire reason, since it definitely is harder to keep in touch with someone you no longer have shared experiences with, even if you want to.

Anyway. In Boston now, work tomorrow, quick turnaround, huh? Life never stops moving. And the rooms here are big (compared with those at Princeton). As in, 3-4 times the size for the same number of people, no joke.