I have 48 days left in New York. There’s a weird feeling
in the pit of my stomach every time I say that. The sadness is paired with certain
suspense for what may occur between today and the last. I guess that’s what
happens when you never thought you would have to leave eventually. And the road
to the future is ever so hazy, but I’m going in for the ride anyway.
Can’t believe I’m done with grad school. Real world,
please be gentle.
