Thursday night, as I finished packing, I made sure I got a picture of my last Loma sunset of the year. I have a love-hate relationship with finals week. Between the intense cramming and the never-ending good-byes, there's a ton of free time and the impetus for everyone to let everyone else know how much they've meant to each other during the semester. It's a pausing point; all the relationships that have been developing throughout the year culminate in this moment of gratification. We reflect and realize how much we've learned and grown.
At least I did. I was certainly ready to go home; my sister had been texting me all week with enticing promises of a comfortable bed, homemade pizza, and lemon squares. But I have so much to look forward to for the next year. I feel like I am finally beginning to adjust to the rhythm and routine of university life, and I think I have yet another place I consider home.
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Your "setting sun" reference just called to mind Franklin's comment about Washington's chair at the Constitutional Convention.
And, no, you're not alone in reflection and realization.
That's funny; I thought about the same thing as I wrote it.
Thanks for taking the time to comment! I really appreciate the commiseration.
Are you going to continue to post over the summer?
Yeah, I think I will. My grandma likes to keep up with what we're doing, and I love chronicling the minutiae of my life, so . . .
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