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Forgive me as I get a little nostalgic...

On Tuesday, I fly back to South Bend from the West Coast to go back to Notre Dame.

Back home.

Notre Dame Dome

It's not all that often that you get an opportunity, as an aging alum, to go back to your alma mater for a 5-day stay. It's certainly not often that you get to do so with a big group of super fans to get coached by the staff, mingle with past greats, and play a game in the Stadium.

But all of the football stuff aside (and dont get me wrong all of that is going to be AWESOME), I am really, really looking forward to just being back. Game weekends are great, but they're also a blur. Insanely busy, super short, and drunken. It's a flash of awesomeness, and it's over. I typically barely have time to get around to see 1/3rd of campus on a regular game weekend. It's great, but it's not enough time to really reconnect with the place. This coming week I'll have time to stroll down to the Grotto. Visit the Basilica. Walk the Quads, and the Lake. Light a candle at the Grotto - alone.

Not that life out here in LA LA Land is all bad. It's great. Sunshine and movie stars and non-stop traffic. It's fantastic and weird. But it's also a town of wheelers and dealers. A town of people obsessed with 'getting theirs'. And after a while, you start to crave that ND environment, where people are about 'GIVING theirs'. Not that ND is all puppies and rainbows - but just walking around Notre Dame, you get that feeling. Students studying so they can help themselves, others, the world. Priests, who have given up so much, strolling the Quads. My main man Touchdown Jesus with his arms raised high - the guy that literally gave up everything.

You see, Notre Dame has this feeling. I don't know what to call it. I just know it's special, and that I crave it when I've been gone for too long. I guess something similar might hit me every once in a while out here in my 'home home' of California. Maybe at an amazing sunset or at the end of a hike up a peak under a waterfall. I don't know what it is: nature? awe? comfort? inspiration? God? Who knows, but what I do know is that that feeling is at Notre Dame. All the time.

And I am very much looking forward to reconnecting with the campus, and that feeling, for almost a week. I remember what it was like at the beginning of freshman year when it was all new - our time at ND was stretching out endlessly before us. That was before we knew how great it was, and would be, and how damn quickly it would come to an end and slip through fingers desperately trying to cling to it, and just make it last - a - little - bit - longer. I kind of feel like that now, and I don't board the plane for another 3 days. It's going to be great. But it will never be enough.

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Unabashed Notre Dame fan. Always right. Including when stating that you're wrong.
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