Finding Momentum

I’m only start­ing to grasp what it’s like post-graduation. I mean, I’ve walked (in an intense, rainy, 3-and-a-half-hour cer­e­mony). I’ve said good­byes to friends mov­ing on. I’ve moved apart­ments (good­bye, Roys­ton, you’ve been good to me). I’ve started work at Apple, which is pretty sweet.

I feel like I’m done. I think that’s what I’m try­ing to say. I feel like my under­grad­u­ate years are behind me. And yes, in spirit, they are. I’m done. I’m work­ing. (This is weird. I’m done, but I’m not–there’s still that tiny mat­ter of that last semester.)

I think I want to get out. And then I think I want to stay in acad­e­mia, for­ever. I know I’ll miss the friend­ships, late night hang­outs, home­work (seri­ously!), flex time in the day, and that gen­eral col­lege freedom.

I joke about how weird super-senior year will be–almost like being a ghost, still hang­ing around but obvi­ously not belong­ing. “What’re you doing ’round these parts?” peo­ple will ask me, to which I’ll respond, “oh nothin’… just hang­ing around.” Then I’ll float on slowly back to my room. I’ll start mov­ing on, but not. I’m half there and half here.

But before I can move for­ward, I want to stop and remem­ber. I want to stop and be thank­ful for what God’s done in my life this semes­ter. I want to acknowl­edge the highs and lows and come back to the knowl­edge that these times are the best–and they only get better.

So I’m going to spend the next cou­ple of entries or so look­ing back and remem­ber­ing and rem­i­nisc­ing and cel­e­brat­ing the good things. You might even catch a photo or two or twenty. Yes, life moves for­ward, but I’m going to stay here a bit and catch my breath. Thanks for hang­ing in there with me.