Dear Emill,
On a review of our primary mode of conversing, I am floored by the numbers. We have chats that run hundreds of lines, email chains that look like Armageddon, and some gigs of files exchanged. Due to our virtual existence at STAND we never got to spent too much actual time together. For a couple sweltering days in DC you and your sister-standanistas took care of me. I was a beleaguered, confused, and grossly unprepared visitor to the city, but you guys when above and beyond to put a smile on my face.
You were always a batshit-crazy hard worker (though to be honest most of you kids were) and it was nice to feel that no matter how many hours I put in, I was not the leader in this regard. You took your position very seriously, but some how did it in a manner that made it appear as though it was a treat.
As I work my way through this list of folks, and start taking out STAND people, I feel my heart getting heavy. I really have such a huge place in there for you all. As time has gone by, the magic of nostalgia has made all the sleepless nights, and absurd deadlines look like sunny days. Every little emergency and panic stricken conference calls / email chains are like little gems in my inbox that let me remember how happy being unhappy could make me.
I really really miss you guys sometimes, and I know that I have atleast three emails for you in my google account, but I sadly feel as if I need a reason to contact you. Maybe you should have another project you need me to “certify” so that I may feel as though I have a purpose again. I do wish that at somepoint, when you venture into professional life (are you there already) I will be able to lend my meager skills to your task and maybe get a flash-back of the pride I felt doing it way back then
If you feel like it some random night whilst sorting through the mess that is in your inbox, please hit me up. It always helps to have a old friend say hey, and validate my existence once more. I could labor on some more, spouting platitudes and reminiscing the old days, but I am sure you get it.
Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,
Curt
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