My mom got me a frame for my diploma for Christmas. Why she thought I would like it and that it would be a good Christmas present, I will never know. I opened it and immediately started crying. On Christmas morning. My brother just shook his head and said "You're going to be a MESS in May." I replied, "Why would I want to frame my death certificate?! They're going to kick me out of my home!" Maybe I'm a little melodramatic at times. My brother would be all too willing to agree with me.
It's truly surreal, though, to think that I'm here and at this point in my life, because I feel like I just applied to Wash U yesterday. I can honestly say, though, that I don't have any regrets about the 3 1/2 years I've spent here so far. I have lived and learned and gotten out of my comfort zone and given of myself and learned some more. It has had its ups and downs and been such a satisfying, maturing experience. With the exception of missing out on big college football games and having a sorority house, I have absolutely no complaints about my experience at Wash U.
I was telling my roommate today that I'm finally letting myself get excited about moving to Paris. I think before it felt too good to be true so I didn't talk about it a whole lot and wasn't even really thinking about it. I think I kept expecting it to fall through! But since six months after we made the original agreement the LeFloches are still sending me constant communication and adorable pictures of their three handsome little French boys, I am ready to accept that I am really going. I think that is exactly the prospect I need to get me through graduation without falling apart.
