Home again, home again

I'm back in North Carolina for what I hope will not be too short or too long a time. Graduation was great. I didn't realize until I looked at the program that I graduated cum laude. So that's pretty cool.

Now, I'm looking into something... I swear I have so many different life tracks in which I'm interested that I'm struggling to figure out which one to do at which moment, for fear that the opportunities to do the other tracks will be gone later. Am I really considering academia? Yep, that's right, graduate school. For my Master's? No no, I like to really dive in. I'm looking at PhD programs. I should probably take the GRE at some point. Meh.

I'm also in the process of unpacking. I kind of like living out of suitcases and boxes, but packing and unpacking is also nice because I have to take a hard look at what I have and learn to purge my life of the unnecessary material goods within it.

Oh... and today I found a box stuffed into a far corner of my room. High school sentimental box. As in, high school boyfriend box. Ick. It was very nice to throw that entire thing away. I wonder if I'm condemned to spend my life trying to forget the past. I did read a letter that was in the box. Probably the best one to read because it was an apology of sorts... then I found "our" journal (yep, I'm pretty creative when it comes to long distance relationships) and the last entry was one I don't think he ever read. I think that was at the point when I was becoming stronger. I hated looking back over those things (but of course I couldn't resist taking a peek) because I find myself to have been so pathetic. The memories come flooding back (the concussion, the sprained ankle, the bruises and scars inside and out) when "hypothetical" conversations arise and I just want to throw up sometimes. But I'm stronger for it, and I guess that's all that matters. I can be changed by what happens to me, but I refuse to be reduced by it... I think that's how the saying goes.




And much like bad things, all good things come to an end. Like the college years (for a while?). I had a lot of fun, I have to admit. Not that I look back at Wellesley with some nostalgic longing to go back there or anything. But I am happy for Wellesley if for no other reason than giving me the opportunity to meet some amazing people. See how much fun we had at the photo booth? :)

And sometimes, when good things end, some other good things come back! Like Eric! I think he's coming over for some high school-style BFFL action tonight, which means cooking, guitar/singing jam session, and hopefully a massage. And perhaps more brainstorming about how to make miniature animals (like dolphins and elephants) a reality. And perhaps a debate on all things political and religious and silly. I'm setting the bar pretty high. But there's a lot to catch up on before his BAND goes on TOUR this summer. Ugh, I'm so jealous. He's living his dream. I'm probably more jealous that he even knows what his dream is, much less the fact that he's living it.

Since this seems to be a reflection on high school, and college, and all that great stuff, I believe my next post will be my graduation speech. Bah-haha! Back when I was all smart and valedictorian. You just can't wait, can you?