Finally, my last days of high school have come. I can't believe it's happening. I am about to graduate high school. The very life that I have known for the past twelve years is coming to an end. On one hand I feel anxious and ready, but on the other I feel scared and unequipped.
I know everything is going to be fine, and my feelings are normal. But I just can't help but to feel like it was just yesterday that I was a little freshman at my first day of high school. And now it's over. All the times I woke up too late only to find that mom had made my lunch, all the countless hours spent in the principals office, and all the years I got to spend with my friends who lived right down the street, are all gone.
And now everyone is going their separate ways. It's going to be tough not seeing everyone all the time. I guess this stage in life calls for many road trips. It just feels so weird that I won't have to wake up and get to school before the dreaded tardy bell that ruined so many of our mornings. And I know that this next phase of my life will bring on a whole new set of responsibilities. And for that I'm ready. I'm anxious to be on my own and pay for my gas, rent, and food. There is a sense of accomplishment and pride felt in doing those grown-up things. So yes, I am excited.
But it is still a bitter-sweet feeling. I love coming home to be greeted with a kiss from mom and a, "What's peepin' dawg?" from my dad. I'm going to miss just sitting around with my closest friends and deeply conversing the things that make up our lives.
These times are not totally gone. I will have much to look forward to in the next few years as I will move in with Chesapeake's finest and start leading Younglife. Many more bonds are sure to be made. And in four more years, I will probably write these same things I am now. So I want to thank all of you for being in my life and caring enough to read my ramblings. But remember; this is not the end, it is only the beginning.
