Feeling melancholy. About to leave grad school for good... almost. The car is gone, the apartment door locked behind me. It'll be just me and my pack for the next 2 months.
I'm walking past some old places. The sun is not too bright, in contrast to how it has been all week. Maybe this place wants to say goodbye on a high note?
I feel pensive. I'm thinking about the good times here. This is the time for that. The time for excitement about the future will come in just a few weeks.
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