Spring evenings in the South are pleasant. It isn't stifling hot yet, and when the sun finally sets, it's warm enough for a small fire. These evenings are made better by sundresses and jean jackets, sweet tea out of mason jars, and the laughter of close friends. Junior/Senior this year was absolutely perfect. We ate. We laughed. We took pictures. But it was also bittersweet. Many of my close friends are graduating, and things are changing fast.
Junior year has flown by. It's been the hardest year I've experienced academically, but it's also been the best. I've finally found my niche in my program, and a year from now, I'll walk across our auditorium stage and be handed a piece of paper. A piece of paper signifying I've earned a B.A. in English, Theological Studies, and Music. A piece of paper signifying four years of hard work, sweat, and tears. A piece of paper memorializing friendships made. A piece of paper that will, hopefully, grant me a job doing what I love.
Life will be different in a a year, in a few short months, even. Two of my best friends will be married this summer. Others will complete their degrees and move on to real life. I don't know what will happen in the future, but I'm excited. I'm excited AND nervous to see just what life holds.