Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
-The Call, Regina Spektor
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| My beautiful roomie grauduating |
Second years left Saturday. I had, prior to it, been worried that I wouldn't be able to cry, that I wouldn't feel as sad as I should. As it turns out, I shouldn't have worried - the last few days, several people have told me that I cried like a baby, and also laughed at me. Maybe that sums it up quite nicely - laughing and crying at the same time. Graduation was beautiful, but saying good bye to friends and roomie-family was horrible. I'm so proud of the great futures they have ahead of them, but this place is empty without them. I feel as if they will burst through the door any time, only they don't and instead it's quiet and empty.
A few impressions of the last week
- I'm bad at goodbyes - terribly bad
- Yearbooks are great things
- "A chair is still a chair, even when there's no one sitting there. But a chair is not a house, and a house is not a home, when there's no one there."
- I'm ready to be a second year - today Ro and I prepared packages for our first years with gifts from our second years
- Deer are beautiful animals (we went to Svanoy Deer Farm straight after graduation with all the first years)
- Being busy isn't quite as bad when it's light enough to sit without lights on at 10:30 in the evening
- I react very differently to lack of sleep in different situations - before graduation I got a migraine, but today I'm completely fine
- Even small things from second years make my corner a little cosier (M's curtains, A's bag, H's lights, R's whiteboard...)
A year is a very short time.
