April 29, 2011

• Make Like a Tree

   

   

  I have finished my degree, officially. I wrote my last final this morning. Since then, I’ve spent time having very long chats—I sort of accidentally found myself around a lot of my favourite people today. In the afternoon, my mom and brother came and, in an hour, moved half of my stuff out of the apartment. The other half goes tomorrow, and so do I.

  I’m trying not to be too sentimental. It’s nearly impossible, because I am sentimental about everything. I can’t help but think of lasts. This is the last night I’ll spend in this apartment, the last night I’ll spend in this city, probably (at least for a very long time). This is the last time I will sit on my bed in the middle of the night and look out the window at all the lights sprawled out below. But I have no idea what my next bedroom window will look out onto, and that's about as exciting as leaving here is sad. I am so ready for the things that come next—it’s all completely new and I’m so pleased with how it’s shaping up—but I’ve loved it here, too.

  All along, it only half occurred to me that it might be hard to finally go.
  But it’s hard to finally go.

   

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