Eight more weeks until graduation. Eight weeks.
It feels like a waiting game. It’s hard to see past May. I’m waiting for May so I can start planning and figuring out what’s next. A job, health insurance, a place to live. I’m waiting for validation for my college career.
Earlier this week, I couldn’t help but stop and think about college as a whole. How much I’ve changed over the years, the people that have come and gone—the ones that where suppose to last but didn’t, the people that stayed the same, the people that have moved on with their lives,—and of course, the new ones that have just nestled their place into my life. I can’t help but miss some bits and pieces of it. It’s scary to sit here and not know what’s coming, but it’s exciting to be trying on my graduation cap & gown and twirling the tassle.
Eight weeks and there’ll be no more waiting. Just boxes and a diploma.