Anyway, we had a good time with Naka. We went to a restaurant in the American Tobacco Historical District complex (that will definitely be on your tour, too), and got burgers and played pool. (As if I know how to play pool -- I was in the corner playing Ms. Pac-Man.) The burgers were no Jury's burgers (see, that is the very thing I need to not do), but the fries did have ample garlic on them.
After our first real night out kind of, we drove back to our house where Naka's car was parked. As we said our goodbyes, I got that feeling in my stomach -- that distinct sleepover/summer camp/how will I make it through the night feeling. The feeling that cries, "Don't leave me here!" See, growing up, I couldn't do sleepovers (so sleep away camps were definitely out). I'd occasionally attempt one, but then I would ultimately call home at about 10:00 PM and feign illness. I'm not quite sure what my problem was, but it was real, and everyone knew. In 5th grade, I spent months dreading the one night I was to spend at Camp Timberlee, a sleepaway retreat for all 5th graders. To my big astonishment, I went and actually survived. And I made one of those leather cuff bracelets that you stamp your name into. I may have conquered Camp Timberlee, but I was sure college would be out of the question.
Well, last night, Naka did leave us here, and my stomach did hurt for a little while. And then it dawned on me that, in a sense, I am facing a really long sleepover here in Durham. Granted, I have Willie. And without a job, I have lots of time to make leather cuff bracelets with my name stamped into them. With any luck, I'll muster up that Camp Timberlee courage and make it at least through orientation.