Abuliac

a nearing end...

My thesis has been turned in. My last dance has transpired upon a theater stage. My last presentation in a seminar has been completed. Now there is a lull... no deadlines, no rushed assignments, no immediate responsibilities. Just a hush before the graduation comes.

Granted, I still have to defend my thesis and my diploma and write one last final paper, but those are things that I'll get past, as I have everything else.

There is an emptiness, a strange space inside, as I walk across the campus these days. The gothic architecture, the blooming trees, and the general ease in the atmosphere are all wonderful, but a nostalgia is seeping in, telling me that I soon won't belong here, that this is no longer my home.

Strange -- when I first came here, I marveled at the length of 4 years, now I'm dreading their end. So many memories, stresses, laughs, bruises, triumphs...

...but I'm leaving with no regrets.