I have uttered these cliches more times than I can count over the last few months in preparation and as the result of beginning my last quarter of college (this past September).
I graduate this coming December. December 12th to be exact.
I have 10...err...11ish weeks left of my 4 year stay, a stay in which I used to think would last an eternity.
I created this blog at the beginning of this stay, in the summer of 2011, as a way to process and write this chapter of my life as it played out. I've semi-regularly chronicled the moments of this chunk of time for a little over 4 years now and it feels strange to be on the other end of that timeline now. Good. But, nevertheless, strange.
Some parts of me have begun to let go and look towards the new chapter I am entering into, I have applied and interviewed for my first career possibility and am knee deep in the application process for the second, but with the voice of my high school associated student body adviser in my head, I am attempting to "be in the moment." To not rush these last weeks, to not start cutting the strings, to not halt the growth and the learning that is left.
And if I am being honest, I'd say i'm not ready to write the thank you notes and the goodbye letters. I'm not yet okay with walking away and leaving what feels like my basement turned second home. I will be come December, but not here in the October or November. Not here in the in-between(s). Not in the climax of this story.
There's still the fresh and eager 8 who make up the News section to work with and teach.
There's still the Senior Project left lying incomplete and ill-equipped on the edge of the desk.
There's still the backdrop of mountains, who are the friction love child of fault line(s), against the blue to be admired.
There's still roller chair derby tournaments and rounds of BS to conquer in a echoy basement on nights that last just shy of dawn.
There's still cramped fingers to be had from lectures and fast paced notes.
There's still things to be learned, laughter to be had, and life to be lived.
I'll save the nice wrap up and the eulogy of my college career for a later date.
For now, though, I'll live this season.
