Things have a way of sneaking up on you. Like graduating from college. How did it get to the point where there is less than a month left? Who let that happen?
Less than a month.
I can’t wrap my head around that fact. It’s weird to have been able to completely disregard registering for next semester’s classes and going through room selection. Every day I have these moments where I realize that in a month I won’t be on campus anymore. I won’t see my professors and mentors again or at least for a few years. I won’t be given another syllabus and I’ll be dealing with different issues.
Like, what am I going to do for work? How am I going to make new friends? How am I going to fall asleep without my neighbor blasting music until the early morning or laughing like a hyena with her friends?
Though my time at college has been a bumpy road, I have absolutely loved it. This campus has been my home for three years and it’s going to be hard to say goodbye knowing that the next time I visit it will be different. All of the good times outweigh the bad. I came to college with a really vague sense of who I am and what I want out of life. I’m leaving with a malleable yet defined sense of self and a clear idea of what I want my future to look like. I really don’t want everything to change because like many soon-to-be graduates, I don’t have a job lined up though I’m applying to many different jobs in different cities.
My next big adventure is about to begin. I just have a crap ton of work to do before it starts.
Until Next Time,