you’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
May 23rd, 2008I knew it. I called it a week ago. Someone asked me if I felt upset about graduating and I said “eh, Nah.” Typical. And then I said “I never really feel these things until after they’ve happened.” Not until I get home, not until life slows down, not until my mind mulls over them. Well, folks, today is the long awaited day.
Today I packed my life up in boxes (that’s becoming a generational catch phrase. cute.) and loaded it up in a trusty Penske hauler. Thanks to my siblings, of course. And my parents. In the past six days they have unpacked one apartment, loaded it into cars, then packed up my room - plus accumulated first apartment belongings - and loaded it into a moving van. My possessions are nomads.
I’ve also spent the past week on the road. Only two days since graduation haven’t involved endless car hours. Tomorrow we will arise at 5 a.m. for Baltimore and yet again unpack my life.
You know, graduation wasn’t sad. Or, it wasn’t sad for the usual reasons. The day after graduation most of our friends met up again in Ocean City, New Jerseyish. We didn’t part with emotional goodbyes either because, as they remind us, they’ll see us at the wedding. (A good thing, Jon and I figure. By that point we’ll need a reconvening.) To tell the truth, I’ve only been friend-absent for two days. Today: the initial pangs of separation anxiety.
I give in. I concede. This is sad.