on so close-

to be so close to something you've waited four years... funny how somewhere in the midst of said years the reason of all of this gets lost in the haze of experience. so this is what i have worked so very hard for? those long hours spent in the library. those nights spent being held by the one i love. the conversations that were had with faces i can't remember the names of- this today feels more like a precipice than probably may 11th will reveal. i've always had a problem with digesting the moments as they come to me, bursting to teach me something or relearn me, whichever. here i am, only weeks away from the day- it feels so extremely loud and incredibly close that i cannot ascertain whether it will have all been worth it- mostly the money...

i loved my four years in university, i really did. i have no regrets.  if i could repeat some moments, i sure would. i've had a hell of a run. a hell of a run indeed.