We’ve reached it.
The day before graduation.
Well, technically, by the time I’m finished working on this post, it’ll be the day of graduation.
I’m sitting here on a mattress on the floor, listening to The Civil Wars, surrounded by a dozen boxes of school supplies and makeup and books and shoes, while downstairs, a bunch of peeps are laughing on our big green sofa. A fairly common occurrence in Dexter House. Well, at least the last part. I don’t normally keep all my possessions packed in tupperware boxes on the floor. Or a random mattress.
But earlier this week, a dear friend of mine who had deferred for a semester to do missions in Bulgaria came back to the States, and is visiting Dexter. She is someone I’ve known since freshman year, and in the midst of writing papers and stories and studying, it has been so good to hug her and hear her giggle, which she does often.
I’m so glad I made time to talk with her, even though finals were insane. In. Sane. (Isn’t that weird–like, shouldn’t it be out-sane, because you’re out of your sanity? Oi. This is what finals does to you, people) I finally finished all of my work at 6:00 this evening, last out of all my friends; it was a fifty page collection of short stories I had written for an advanced creative writing class.
And now, goodbye, friends who followed me. I’m back to Newburgh, NY to look for jobs and buy a bunch of stuff I don’t need for my upcoming semester in Oregon (hiking boots? work boots? raincoat? windbreaker? long underwear? earmuffs?), to do some legit pleasure reading. And to make a bunch of phone calls to my friends going back to their homes across the country.
Thoroughly bittersweet, man.
Peace, love, and hope.