Warning: May invoke tears... (unless you're Jess, then they all do! :) )
"The current year will bring you great happiness."
Jess, my apologies, but I had to start...I handed in my poli socio paper today. Jess' mom comes Tuesday. It's almost time to say "c'est fini."
After a WONDERFUL conversation :) tonight, I went back looking through what I've written this year - realizing how much I don't even sound like the same person anymore. Cliche? Yes. True? Yes as well. This year has brought me great happiness - our fortune cookies do not lie.
I've tried to think back to the very beginning of the year without much success. NSW is a blur of people I rarely saw again and attempting to stay calm about my need to find people with whom I could really connect. I have no real idea when the first time I met the people I am now closest to - my first solid memory is the radio station meeting, which retrospectively is quite fitting. Then study parties ;), people to get to know, my first sushi, football games, running, my first Daily stories, Michelle's visit and Parent's Weekend, a college boyfriend, girl talk, the election and Iowa, my birthday, debate, a hospital visit, a crazy Thanksgiving break, losing my first college boyfriend, Radiothon, Feedback, When Harry Met Sally, winter break, speech tournament judging, a funeral, Rush, joining DZ, Cold Stone/balancing a job with work study-activities-and schoolwork, parties, Boston, Valentine's Day, learning to be friends, cheesecake, dealing with engagements/marriages/babies, NEW YORK! (and the New York Times!), catching up with old friends, Editing and Writing, state speech, Nationals and phone calls, getting my boy back, birthday surprises, an ethical journalism battle between the Daily and WNUR, getting to know my DZ girls and Momma, Jess joining DZ, the prospect of leaving, one month, getting the research position, DZ formal, Dillo Day, Illumahinman, packing, good-byes.
On Friday I will be sleeping in my own bed in my Nebraska home. Jess leaves Wednesday - then things become real. Change is what got me here and I'm still scared to death of it, despite seeing its positive side with my own eyes. The crying has started. I'm temporarily out of steam, so the end-of-year analysis will continue later. Kiddos at home, I hope you're enjoying summer. See you on the flip side.
Jess, my apologies, but I had to start...I handed in my poli socio paper today. Jess' mom comes Tuesday. It's almost time to say "c'est fini."
After a WONDERFUL conversation :) tonight, I went back looking through what I've written this year - realizing how much I don't even sound like the same person anymore. Cliche? Yes. True? Yes as well. This year has brought me great happiness - our fortune cookies do not lie.
I've tried to think back to the very beginning of the year without much success. NSW is a blur of people I rarely saw again and attempting to stay calm about my need to find people with whom I could really connect. I have no real idea when the first time I met the people I am now closest to - my first solid memory is the radio station meeting, which retrospectively is quite fitting. Then study parties ;), people to get to know, my first sushi, football games, running, my first Daily stories, Michelle's visit and Parent's Weekend, a college boyfriend, girl talk, the election and Iowa, my birthday, debate, a hospital visit, a crazy Thanksgiving break, losing my first college boyfriend, Radiothon, Feedback, When Harry Met Sally, winter break, speech tournament judging, a funeral, Rush, joining DZ, Cold Stone/balancing a job with work study-activities-and schoolwork, parties, Boston, Valentine's Day, learning to be friends, cheesecake, dealing with engagements/marriages/babies, NEW YORK! (and the New York Times!), catching up with old friends, Editing and Writing, state speech, Nationals and phone calls, getting my boy back, birthday surprises, an ethical journalism battle between the Daily and WNUR, getting to know my DZ girls and Momma, Jess joining DZ, the prospect of leaving, one month, getting the research position, DZ formal, Dillo Day, Illumahinman, packing, good-byes.
On Friday I will be sleeping in my own bed in my Nebraska home. Jess leaves Wednesday - then things become real. Change is what got me here and I'm still scared to death of it, despite seeing its positive side with my own eyes. The crying has started. I'm temporarily out of steam, so the end-of-year analysis will continue later. Kiddos at home, I hope you're enjoying summer. See you on the flip side.