Feeling Sentimental

Yesterday I received an email from the current Editor-in-Chief of The Xavier Newswire, the campus newspaper I worked out for three wonderful, crazy years while in college. As with all mentions of the Newswire, and a peak at the list of who it was sent to, it makes my heart surge with nostolgia, in a good way.

I met some pretty awesome people while I worked at the Newswire. I still keep in touch with three of them, one even lives out here in Denver, and I look back at my time there with a huge smile, though it wasn't always the case. Sometimes it was unnaturally stressful to spend my entire week thinking about Tuesday night. There were always interpersonal conflicts of varying degrees and dramatics, but that happens whenever a group of people get together (especially when they are "creative types").

That's not the main thing I remember when I think of my time at the student newspaper. I think of cackling with my office mates over something stupid on the Internet, or the late night food runs, the times we would all get together at parties and dance and drink and enjoy one another. I think of putting together the April Fool's issue and making fun of our advisor.

As I mentioned earlier I still keep in pretty steady contact with three people I worked there with, at the very least. Others I say hello to on Facebook or when I run into them in Cincinnati. There's one person I worked with, whom I haven't spoken to in almost two years, and that makes me sad. Perhaps life will bring us back together one day and we can be friends again. It's weird that simple things like an email can make me miss him.

Basically feeling nostolgic is a good thing, as long as it happens every now and then. If there were no happy memories, nostolgia wouldn't happen at all.