End of an Era

Today is my last day of college. Yet, I don't feel inspired, excited or happy in the least bit. What sentimentality I would have had toward this accomplishment left me after a conversation I had on earlier in the week. I liken this to kicking an addiction. Something I have been doing steadily for the best five years is going to leave me. But I know I should have some positive feelings toward the matter. They're fleeting, fleeting and gone. At least I won't take the nostalgic route to my college years. "I miss so much about undergrad, so on and so forth." No, I didn't like undergrad either. Looking back on this blog, I can see the effect that undergrad had on me. The progression is despotic. I don't remember the time I spent during each of the postings. Whatever glimpse of the college experience I will remember has taken life in written form. So, instead of taking on this new direction like it is some passed torch, I think of why I am still here. I've been struggling with how unceremonious this seems to me. I turn, I question why I spent the extra quarters at the university. Devaluing my decision won't help anyone. Neither will the question "was it worth it?" I like to think yes it was. Que sera sera.

Tonight is an Irish holiday apparently. I wrote about it once before I think. You look like I need a drink, so I'll have one. Maybe the liquor of Ireland will catch up to me tonight, like it did when I was there. That seems like it was a lifetime ago. It was a lifetime. I'm living a lifetime away.