It's been so warm lately, but fall is finally coming, although it's already November, shouldn't we be edging our way into winter?
Time goes by so fast. It's strange telling freshman I'm a junior, when I still feel so new to my environment. I still haven't integrated myself into Nashville society, and now I only have a year and a couple weeks left before I move on with my life. I can imagine myself, as a kid, dreaming about going off to college. I loved imagining, making up situations that would be fun and exciting. No one told me these four years would be gone in the blink of an eye. Friends unconsciously made, ones you don't realize you need until you realize you miss them during long breaks. I won't miss the lack of space, and the dirty bathrooms, but this is truly the stepping stone between living at home with your parents, and going off into the world on your own. Which one do I really want?
The next stage of my life probably won't be as planned. College is so organized. Here's your audit, here's the number of hours you still have until we can hand you your diploma, and consider you an "adult." I like to pretend I know where I'm going next, but will it be 5-7 years in graduate school, or should I begin a career. What will my major do for me? Maybe it was all a waste, and I'm infinitely doomed.
Who knew a bunch of coincidently color-matched pictures could lead to so much mulling over the future! Season changes always mark the end, and start of something new.