Senior year, final semester, I'm pretty sure I functioned from one, half used notebook. That is not a metaphor, but I suppose it could be. It is a very odd feeling, having graduated to think back to that last semester, it's full of sweet rainy days, bright long nights and fairly out of focus. I have the feeling now that I'm just waking up from something to a much less...energetic life style. Not so much mundane as definitely calmer and with more spaces.
I'm most certainly excited for the future, and the future beyond that needs much thought and preparation but I feel I'm up to the challenge. I don't think my last semester or my college career for that matter has been a waste. It's just that it was very fleeting, like a dream drifting on the edges of wakefulness that hang like glittering cobwebs on the periphery, and if you try and focus to hard they drift off like mist and moonlight from grasping fingers.
I realize now more tangibly than I did then how wonderful the people I met during my college days are. I think it may take me a while to catch up with some of them, and I spent less time with many of them than I would have liked, but the times we did share were good.
It was beautiful, it was a time of fertile grounds for friendships. I hope that it's not too late to tend to the many relationships that sprouted along the way even as I head off to Japan. I hope to keep in contact with as many people as I can. I know i'm terrible at that and so I'm going to try and start now and hope that it bodes well for the future. I also hope to blog fairly regularly which I will also start now in hopes that I will form a habit that will continue across distant waters.
Thank you for perusing my unedited streams of consciousness. More soon.
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