Today is the first day of classes at Baylor, and I'm not there. It's such a bittersweet feeling. I feel like I should be running into old friends walking around Fountain Mall, and I feel like I should be going to the SUB to print off all my new syllabi, and I feel like I should be with my favorite people that are always in my psychology classes. Instead, I'm sitting in my house, still in my pajamas, and I'm looking through my scrapbook of college memories. Part of me is excited to have moved on past college, and the rest of me is caught in this terrible longing to be back. I expected this feeling, and I almost welcome it. It's a growing pain, and I know it's going to be ok. I'm grateful that I have grad school classes starting next week, and I'm ready to be busy studying! College was only a piece of life, and it was wonderful. There's more to look forward to.
I finished my scrapbook last week, and I have to admit, it fills me with a sense of warmth looking at it. I love looking back to freshman year, the year I fell in love with Baylor and the boy who's now my other (and better) half. I remember sophomore year, the year I learned just how little sleep I could live on and just how many organizations I could possibly join. And I look back to junior year, the year I baked endless amounts of cupcakes and learned how to tailor my passions into a manageable mess that allowed time for sleep. And of course, I remember senior year: stressful, restful, eternal, and all too fleeting. It all flew by so quickly, and I'm so grateful for every single moment, especially the ordinary ones that are lost somewhere in my subconscious mind. For all the moments I remember, and even the ones I don't, I'm so thankful for the photographs and memories.
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