Now I can count the days to commencement on one hand. So many goodbyes and final celebrations. So much harvesting of a semester, two semesters, and even four years of work. Sleepless nights and stressful days are all worth it, in the end.
In the middle of my last school projects and various graduation parties, I can’t begin to process the life lessons or milestones I’ve learned. Each celebration passes by with a simple checkmark on the calendar, while inside there’s a bittersweet feeling that nothing will be the same again. But I believe the future holds more.