As I've sat here packing up all of my stuff for the past two hours, I've come across little mementos, pictures, and notes from the past four years. It doesn't seem real, like it went by way to fast to be over. I've visited ten countries in four years, lived in five different apartments, and can fit almost everything I own in my car. I am surprised at how calm I am about this whole graduating thing, I mean, it's over. No more late nights in the library with Collins or writing 12 page history papers in 5 hours flat. No more BYU chocolate milk in every vending machine.
No more scootering around south of campus in the freezing cold, or sweltering heat.
It's crazy to think it's over, but yet, I'm ready for a change. I'm moving out to DC with no friends, no apartment, and no for sure job, but it feels right. And I guess right now, that's the only thing that matters.
Let the graduation festivities begin!