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I didn't cry while my friends were graduating, nor while I hugged them goodbye. Despite all the ceremony of graduation (Tom even tried to start up a chorus of Auld Lang Syne the last time we were all in a group), it's funny how, well, unceremonious leaving is in the end. People just get in their family cars and drive away.
I started sobbing yesterday morning when I realized, during the second graduation breakfast (about 8:30 a.m., and I'd gotten four hours of sleep again) that I would have to be basically packed by the end of the day. I had spent several days doing something every minute, with no alone time except sleep, and way too little of that.
I'm better now. Julia let me nap after that and then I got up and took a shower (something I also hadn't had time for for days, sheesh). And I got eight hours of sleep last night. But I still want more time to process, to let go of this phase in my life and start getting used to the idea that I'll be in a different culture for two months. I can't have it, which is really my own doing. I just always try to pack it all in...
I started sobbing yesterday morning when I realized, during the second graduation breakfast (about 8:30 a.m., and I'd gotten four hours of sleep again) that I would have to be basically packed by the end of the day. I had spent several days doing something every minute, with no alone time except sleep, and way too little of that.
I'm better now. Julia let me nap after that and then I got up and took a shower (something I also hadn't had time for for days, sheesh). And I got eight hours of sleep last night. But I still want more time to process, to let go of this phase in my life and start getting used to the idea that I'll be in a different culture for two months. I can't have it, which is really my own doing. I just always try to pack it all in...