Sad to say, but my last connection to my first days of college is now gone. I found out this past Tuesday. I had hoped it would remain with me forever. Deep down, I know it couldn't. It was something that saw me through the good times, the bad times, the confusing times and the interesting times. When I stepped on to the University of Georgia Campus with me for the first time as a student, it was there. When no one was around, it was there trying to reconnect me with the world. When Vertical Horizon played my sophomore year formal and I got to sing with them, it was there. When I met Michael Stipe at Blue Sky coffee in Athens, it was there. When I broke off relationships and when they were broken off with me, it was there. When I got my acceptance to grad school and could find no one around to tell, it was there.
Yes, sadly enough email@example.com is no longer one of my email addresses. I suppose the IT people at UGA decided to play God. I suppose they were just willing to throw away 7 years of life. Who in the HELL do they think they are? Well, I suppose it's there job. We had some good times together though. I remember when it was firstname.lastname@example.org. My first ever email address. As it evolved, so did I. I suppose that is what life is all about. Evolving and moving on. We will miss you email@example.com. At least, I will.
So i hop on a plane in Chicago tomorrow for my trip home for the holidays. What does that mean? Two things.
1) My flight will be late leaving. Not once have I flown out of O'Hare and my flight been on time. Granted, I've only flown out of there twice, but I know how things work.
2)I get to see my family, all my Winston friends and I will head down to Athens and Atlanta next weekend to visit with my peeps down there.
Needless to say, I'm really excited. I've got so many stories to share, so many stories to hear. It will be so good to see so many good friends and be around my family for the holidays. Sometimes writing on here doesn't get across the point I try to make, but I'm PUMPED about heading home.
DeKalb has been great though. No, it isn't New York, but it ain't bad either. I'm capping off my last two nights here with parties. Last night, hung out at our head volleyball coach's house. Did a little pre-parting at Ward's house. See, there's not only one North Carolina kid here ... not just two ... not just three or four ... but five. There are FIVE people living here that are from North Carolina. Ward and his lovely fiance try and take care of the NC crew. Even had Thanksgiving dinner at their place. Met another one at the party last night. So people back home, don't worry. I'm surrounded by good folk.
My boss, who I currently live with, is throwing a party tonight. Man, the idea of coming home from work yesterday and cleaning my room was not appealing. It's done though. Should be a good time.
Well, this is it for 2002. I won't be able to update while I'm at home. So let's re cap quickly:
2002 was a great year for Jay Lowe. It was a year where hearts were broken, tears were shed, life was confusing, his crushes were crushed and his life totally changed. But with new scenary around him, Lowe took his first major step to his goal of becoming an athletics director. Leaving the homeland might seem to have been his largest challenge, but finding the opportunity was more difficult. In a summer that should have been filled with smiles as he watched friends marry off, Lowe was challenged more so than ever before in his life. Everything that he thought he had become was in question. Over a two month span, he questioned everything about himself. His goals, his abilities, his intelligence, his being. Overcoming his greatest obstacle, Lowe fought through the tears, through the questioning, through the doubt to land on his feet. With those firmly planted in a new state, Lowe is embracing all other challenges in his life. Admittingly, Lowe realizes there will be greater challenges in life. With this one past him, he is ready for the next day.
Yeah, 2002 had its ups and downs. Losing Granny was easily the saddest moment. But as she would want us all to carry on with a smile, I will. I hope you all will.
I wish you all the most wonderful of Holidays and may 2003 be greater than the last.
See you next year.