As it turns out, due to my increasing need to get the hellouttahere, I was surprisingly indifferent. People were sharing their summer plans, and their relocations for after graduation. And I was appropriately happy, and had really already identified the people I was going to miss. The rest of the stuff - the not being in school anymore, being thrown haphazardly into the free world - actually felt kind of nice. I wasn't overly joyous or overly depressed, I was just... done.
Now, it's kind of a complicated mess of loneliness, boredom, and anticipation. I don't feel quite like myself these days. And this muggy weather isn't helping me jump up and make an exciting change.
I guess I was ready to be done. And I'm ready to graduate in two weeks. Who'd have thought that me, the girl terrified of the change around the corner would be able to so easily say goodbye to the first beloved city she called home away from Colorado?
Serious confusion. I find myself feeling like Meredith Grey, this sort of existentialist protagonist who is living life by kind of letting things happen around her.
The fact that I've analyzed Meredith Grey this much means it's time for me to get on my feet and get a hobby.
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