Changes...
I'm so done with school. Too bad my professor doesn't agree. Only 26 more days until I'm done with U of M forever!
Now that I'm kind of sort of almost done here, I really can't believe I'm leaving. It's the end of an era, for serious. As much as I have come to hate living in this rose-colored city, I'm starting to get scared to leave. The little bubble that is Ann Arbor has become comfortable: simplicity and friendliness at its best. Everyone is very tolerant, or at least knows when to be quiet for politeness's sake. I feel like there are very few other cities of this size that you could walk around by yourself in the middle of the night and feel completely safe. However, Ann Arbor has always and will always be the same. Strong and steady; never changing.
I, on the otherhand, feel I am, in some ways, different than I was 3 years ago. I feel like I'm more open-minded, and at the same time more close-minded and set in my ways. College has definitely had a solidifying effect on me: I can now articulate my fundamental beliefs--most of them, anyway. I picture myself as a puzzle, and the first step to completing a puzzle is to find the corners... My corners have always been there, and I probably found them in high school. Now, at least most of the things that link those fundamental pieces together have been found and placed carefully to form a somewhat-solid structure.
I feel a little lost, still. I don't know what this puzzle is supposed to look like when complete. And I feel like maybe some pieces from other puzzles have been included to confuse me. Already I know that some pieces are missing and will never be found: I should have spent more time with some people, taken some chances that I didn't, and treated some situations with more care. One of the pieces I want to include the most is one that most people don't even think about: I wish my parents had instilled some sort of faith in me. I don't feel like this piece is missing quite yet; I can see it, but it's definitely out of reach. I can't decide whether it's worth going after...
So, for now, I will have to settle for traveling the globe. There is excitement in the new, but comfort in the mundane. It's scary to go from the same old thing to something completely different overnight. However, there are so many pieces of the puzzle out there just waiting to be found. If I sit here, in my own quiet, safe, comfortable world, I'll never find those pieces. I am only 21 and already I have so many regrets... I can't add another one to the list. I'm sorry to all the people I'm leaving, and for all the friendships I might be sacrificing, but this is the chance of a lifetime... I can't turn anything down that's staring me in the face...
Now that I'm kind of sort of almost done here, I really can't believe I'm leaving. It's the end of an era, for serious. As much as I have come to hate living in this rose-colored city, I'm starting to get scared to leave. The little bubble that is Ann Arbor has become comfortable: simplicity and friendliness at its best. Everyone is very tolerant, or at least knows when to be quiet for politeness's sake. I feel like there are very few other cities of this size that you could walk around by yourself in the middle of the night and feel completely safe. However, Ann Arbor has always and will always be the same. Strong and steady; never changing.
I, on the otherhand, feel I am, in some ways, different than I was 3 years ago. I feel like I'm more open-minded, and at the same time more close-minded and set in my ways. College has definitely had a solidifying effect on me: I can now articulate my fundamental beliefs--most of them, anyway. I picture myself as a puzzle, and the first step to completing a puzzle is to find the corners... My corners have always been there, and I probably found them in high school. Now, at least most of the things that link those fundamental pieces together have been found and placed carefully to form a somewhat-solid structure.
I feel a little lost, still. I don't know what this puzzle is supposed to look like when complete. And I feel like maybe some pieces from other puzzles have been included to confuse me. Already I know that some pieces are missing and will never be found: I should have spent more time with some people, taken some chances that I didn't, and treated some situations with more care. One of the pieces I want to include the most is one that most people don't even think about: I wish my parents had instilled some sort of faith in me. I don't feel like this piece is missing quite yet; I can see it, but it's definitely out of reach. I can't decide whether it's worth going after...
So, for now, I will have to settle for traveling the globe. There is excitement in the new, but comfort in the mundane. It's scary to go from the same old thing to something completely different overnight. However, there are so many pieces of the puzzle out there just waiting to be found. If I sit here, in my own quiet, safe, comfortable world, I'll never find those pieces. I am only 21 and already I have so many regrets... I can't add another one to the list. I'm sorry to all the people I'm leaving, and for all the friendships I might be sacrificing, but this is the chance of a lifetime... I can't turn anything down that's staring me in the face...