The final countdown.

Well, the dreaded day is quickly approaching. Since August, I have been completely pushing the thought of graduating out of my mind. As of today, I have two months and three days left at Quincy University...my home for the past 4 years. And when I say "home", I mean "home". Everytime I step through those big, old, heavy doors of main campus or slip into my chair in NCA 208, I can breathe a sigh of relief and feel comfort, because I am home. Everytime I look around my classroom and see the faces of my classmates who have become my best friends, I am home. I am completely terrified of packing up my bags and leaving this safe-haven. I am afraid of opening the door of my new life, and I can't help but wonder if I will ever be able to feel at home, really and truly at home, on the next little bus stop of my life. I have no idea where I will be in five years. Absolutely no idea (this is beautifully frightening). But, I have to believe that because of the time I have spent at my home in Quincy and because of the warm smiles that have blessed every single day of my time here, wherever I am in five years, I will be happy and making others feel at home. Regardless, these have been my best days...of that I have no doubt in my mind. As someone else put much better than I can articulate, "Let's make the best of tonight; here comes the rest of our lives."