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Wordsworth said that “there are some moments in time worth ages.” Today as I walked home from the library, I had one such age-worthy moments. Perfect swirling sparkling snow danced around me as I slowly and carefully walked on the well-worn paths of my college experience, music in my ears, blood at the end of my veins, blushed cheeks and warm insides. This is my home, my soul sang.
I am realizing, with joy, that it is exquisitely heart wrenching to leave this home.
Even more than finding myself, I have figured out what kind of self I want to find and realized that I will be finding that self day by day forever… it doesn’t happen all at once.
It’s the end of an era. At life-changing turns in life, we are always forced to wonder how we did. Was my Wellesley and college experience all it could be, all I could make it? No, not really at all. But I know it was spectacular in its own right, and I know that as I continue to grow up, I will see more and more clearly and eternally why I was here and what I have learned and what I have contributed.
How did I get to this place in time? Yesterday I was crying my guts out because high school was over. Now, college?? James Taylor said, “the thing about time is that time isn’t really real.” Truth.
I happy to report that finals were enjoyable and satisfying. I learned a lot, I worked pretty hard, and then I handed it all in. It's over. And I feel at peace tonight in this little dorm room with my twinkle lights and my beating heart.
P.s. Yes - the above pictures were taken with self-timer. In my room at 12am. As soon as I emailed in my last paper, I put on my cap and gown and had some fun with my camera in triumph, delight and elation. Do you like my candy cane pajamas?