Well, it’s the 5th of May.
This day always makes me think of senior year of high school, which then inevitably makes me think of how happy I am that it is no longer senior year of high school. It’s the stupid markers of time (like Cinco de Mayo 2007) which make you realize just how much happens in a three-year period. Wild.
Today I took my first final, which was very much so a joke. I’m grateful for that. I then went to the gym, which was PACKED around lunchtime, and I felt uncomfortable being around all the people of the grown-up working world. Then I went to Starbucks. Then I ran errands. I went to the Apple store on Regent, and then I went to buy a suitcase because (surprise!) I don’t have enough room to lug all my junk around.
And it all felt quite normal. And I felt like I lived here. And I leave London in a wee bit over 48 hours. I sometimes feel like my life is kind of nomadic nowadays, like I’m always changing location. I don’t mind it all the time, but it’s hard to settle down and let the roots grow when you’re always thinking on a semester schedule. But then, there are worse things than thinking on a semester schedule.
A lot has happened this semester. And now it’s time to move on again. And find another coffee place in another town… at least until June 12.
