What I Am

I cried this weekend, like I usually do at this time every year, for the past 20 years or so. Though for the past 2 years or so I’ve had another reason to cry. This past week was the anniversaries of the deaths of both my parents and my uncle. It’s weird how those dates worked out. I started to joke that as long as I can get through the month of May the rest of the year be a cake-walk. But the past two years this past weekend always had another sting to it because it was a big graduation weekend. If I had gone to school full-time I would have graduated two years ago. But this year I cried happy tears because I did graduate.

I am done. I have finally graduated. Six years. And no, I’m not a doctor. I’m just a regular person with a regular degree in communications. But it took me for-ev-er. I am definitely a happier person since graduation two days ago.

I worked full-time the entire time I was in school. That didn’t leave me much time to join any clubs or even stick around after any classes to chat with people, so unlike most college students, I don’t think I will have life-long college BFFs. But I did make a few friends and I am sad because I have a feeling that I won’t see much of them now. And I regret that I did not stick around after the ceremony to hug anyone or say see ya later (I had a monster sinus/migraine all weekend). I don’t think that any of them will read this but I hope that our paths do cross in the future. You helped me get through it even though you had no idea you were doing it. One person in particular made this last year a more interesting year which made it go by uber fast. I really hope that we do keep in touch, I love our conversations. 😉

People keep asking what I’m going to do with all my free time. The truth is I don’t feel like I’m going to have any more free time. I did school work while waiting in the car for girls to get out of dance class and in hockey rinks waiting for games to start and late at night while everyone else was fast asleep. If anything, I’ll at least be able to go to bed at a reasonable hour, though I do think it will take some time to get used to. If anyone wants to chat at night, I’m sure I’ll be up. Old habits are hard to break, you know.