I graduate this May, and I can’t (can) wait. If I am being honest, I feel pretty terrified. It isn’t because I am worried about what I’ll be doing after I graduate but rather, because I thought this stage of my life was going to last a little bit longer.
I remember lugging my suitcase all the way to Williams Hall my freshman year, not knowing what to expect. I didn’t have a clue as to why I decided to go to Louisville, it all happened so quick and the only assurance I had was that I felt that the Lord wanted me there. No one before me had gone to college in my family, and I wasn’t even sure where I would end up until a few weeks before my first semester started. It was quite difficult for me at first, Kentucky and Massachusetts have very little in common. The people, the culture, the atmosphere, and that Southern accent of course, it all baffled me (at first, I promise).
But I fell in love.
Not necessarily with school, or Kentucky, though I do have a deep appreciation for both. I fell in love with this new stage of life I immersed myself in. I fell in love with the experience, I finally started to figure out who I was, and it was liberating.
So that’s why I feel conflicted, because I am now saying goodbye to a time in my life that held my hand through a lot of self-discovery. Though, I am excited for what God has prepared for me next.