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I graduated college on Sunday, and tripped walking on stage to get my diploma. I took down my instillation from the gallery yesterday, and late last night cleaned out my entire studio, the place I have spent most of my time the past two years. I packed up my apartment and moved everything out today, back to my parents house. On Monday I had a meeting with a gallery that I may show in this September. I move to the beach this weekend, and then go to Costa Rica on the first of July. I'm scheduled to fly back the 31st, but who knows if I even will?
I have so much to be excited about, and I am, but I cannot help but feel this incredible sadness pressing on my heart. I am proud of myself and all I have accomplished, but I truly hate growing up.
I have so much to be excited about, and I am, but I cannot help but feel this incredible sadness pressing on my heart. I am proud of myself and all I have accomplished, but I truly hate growing up.