These past few months may have been the most beautiful chapter of my entire life.
How sweet a thought it is that even these will not be the best days of my life?
I have never felt more at home. Y’all made fun of me the first night of the Grand Meetup in Whistler. I knew that, if I drank, the extremely awkward and clumsy inner me would come out (with all her doubling-entendre innuendos pouring forth) and I would “embarrass myself.”
You’ve taught me that’s not possible with you. I have never felt more love and acceptance in my entire life.
We look out for each other.
We respect each other.
We are Sparta.
I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, but you are some of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. Somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good to find myself surrounded by true warriors.
We play just as hard as we work. It’s no wonder I am stumbling off this plane, barely able to keep my eyes open; I have nothing left to give, having spent it all with you fine people.
My one regret: We did not find either Taylor Swift or her guitar. Guess we’ll just have to help out next year at WCUS, Jeremey.
I am proud of the work we did, the projects we started and finished, the tickets we completed above and beyond. We do what we do and excel at it.
Heading home, I am overwhelmed by fragments of memory that I dearly wish I would never forget.
A rooftop deck overlooking a river, throwing back shots and drinks because we’re Sparta, and one of us just turned twenty-eight.
The glare on Charlie’s face when I sent the second projectile missile flying at him during the joint A12 dinner. He never did find the real perp. xD
Gathering around a massive table and getting shit done. Feeling both proud and kind of amazed at the work we accomplished in so short a time.
Late nights of talking and head’s up and drinking.
Line dancing and bus riding and country music spilling from every doorway.
Having an in-person pitcrew to my right and left and cracking jokes during Livechat during the Spartan/Air Cross-Training.
Exhausted and distracted, I wonder if this is really my life.
And yet, with the sands of time, the memories are already fading.
Until next time, Sparta.