This week has been a whirlwind. I’ve hardly caught my breath, and I still have a lot to do before it’s officially over. But I thought I’d jot a few things down.
This was my last first week of fall semester as an undergrad. I really haven’t been that sentimental about it, as my roommate will testify. It’s not that I want to be done, necessary, or that I’m dying to escape. But I’m ready for the next step. I’m ready to move on. In some ways, I think study abroad’s to blame. I started separating from Berry College. Since I came back, it’s not that this is less my home–it’s like I’m less the girl I was, maybe. And this girl is looking to the future.