In just a few days, Winter Break will be over and I’ll be packing up my car and driving to Morris for one final semester.
Honestly, I’m dreading it. Mentally, I’m done with school. Although I’m looking forward to my classes, the idea of being back makes me feel like someone put a giant rock in my stomach. My years of Morris have been challenging and wonderful, but I’m ready for a change. I’m getting pretty tired of almost everything in the tiny little town. Honestly, the only thing keeping me sane is that when this semester is over, it’ll be over forever.
I’m ready to move on.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been reconnecting with many of my oldest and dearest friends. While out for coffee with my camp summer partner, Eva, I expressed my dread of school. She (having graduated last year) gave me a knowing look. “The final semester is the worst. Like, the absolute worst. Going back after Spring Break is hard. But you’re so close! You can do it!”
I’ve been giving the future a lot of thought over the past month. I know where I want to go, but where do I start? I’ve been looking into various opportunities, drafted my resume, have sent emails to potential options, and even have some meetings set up to discuss employability.
In many ways, the future is a big, scary place. But it’s also new and exciting. Who knows where I’ll be a year from now? Who will I meet? Where will I live? What will an average day look like? I have no idea, and it’s exciting.
So, even though I’m dreading going back to Morris and everything that comes with it, it’s only for a few more months. I can do this for a few more months. Hopefully.
Still, I’m determined going to enjoy my last few days as a stay-at-home couch potato. College is coming, but not quite yet.