Post Graduation Blues

So I am done. The ceremony is over. The diploma is on my dresser and the gown hung up in my closet. The chairs set up in the civic theater for the top ten are put back on their racks and the band has gone home. But I am graduated. And now there is this space of time where I am still surrounded by the people that I care about and love in the town that I hate the most--before I drive my Daewoo down to Camp Luz and live out of a bag for the next two and half months. This extra time is killing me. I have nothing more to do-- I already packed all my things in my room, for we are moving while I am at camp. My hair is already trimmed. (XD) So I'm running out of things to do to prepare myself for not being here. I'm not thinking of this experience as something I'll never do again. Because I know I will be back, I'm not too worried about the goodbyes. Some people are. But I know that I will meet these people again in the future. I have no fear of that. And after this life, I'll see them in heaven. But while I'm still here, I look forward to seeing them sometime in the future-- to see how they have changed and grown and gotten better at some things and worse at others. So it's not really blue. I'm learning that I don't look back but look forward and see the positive future that is ahead of me.