not quite a symphony.
as i left school for the semester and made my way toward summer, i started to cry. which is not a big surprise, i seem to cry all the time as of late. but, i thought it strange regardless, because generally, as students break free for summer vacation, tears are not part of the scene. (unless it's 'high school musical')
so, i was driving along, and it suddenly hit me. almost a literal strike:
i have had the best year of my life thus far.
and as i left, i realized the next year, although at the same school, will not be the same. not the same first time experiences. not the same roommates. not the same group of girls. not the same first dates. learning professors' methods. not the same class schedule stocked with lit. classes. the same room overlooking the pretty trees and sidewalk.
and i was filled with the memories of the past year: who i've met, what i've learned and how i've changed.
although, i'm incredibly excited to start the summer and get my tan on. i can't help feeling a little sad for the semesters i'm leaving behind.
but, i'm not one to dwell. i think it's best to savor the past and look forward to the future, but always live in the moment.
so here i go. remembering the best year. ever. loving my fresh bakery donut and coffee for breakfast. and can't wait to see what's next.
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