too much
Life is too much for livejournal.
It's daunting to try and keep track of this year. Time acts differently in times of transition. I remember feeling it senior year of high school. Moments cease being moments and become landmarks- "can you believe this is the last first saturday in October we'll ever spend at Smith?!?"
Decisions made:
Wait on gradschool
It's daunting to try and keep track of this year. Time acts differently in times of transition. I remember feeling it senior year of high school. Moments cease being moments and become landmarks- "can you believe this is the last first saturday in October we'll ever spend at Smith?!?"
Decisions made:
Wait on gradschool