My life is moving at 110 miles per hour. And it’s not stopping. The list of things happening in my life goes on and on and seems never ending. When I tell people that I’m graduating, getting married, and moving all within a month’s time span, they look at me like I’m crazy. And some days I think that I am crazy. This weekend we have our last wedding shower. Three days ago I interviewed for a job. Next week I have my last final and I graduate. Like what? Excuse me? That’s not possible. Three weeks from then I get married. Married. Like what? Excuse me? That’s not possible either.
Where did senior year go? Where did the last four years of my life go? I look back, and I have all of these memories, but they don’t seem nearly enough. I want four more years, I want to stay in the comfort of college. But at the same time, I am excited. I am getting married. I have someone who loves me and wants to spend all of their time with me. I am thrilled at the possibility of having my own classroom and doing my own thing. I am also terrified. When did we get so old? I still feel like a child. Not a grown woman who is about to graduate and get married.
As all of this is happening, I am finding it hard to sit back and enjoy my last moments. My last moments as a college student. My last moments as a Pi Phi. My last moments as a single woman. My last moments in a house with three other girls that I can always borrow clothes from and share stories with. My last moments in this city. My last moments in this state. I have to constantly remind myself to stop planning. To smell the roses. To live my last moments here to the fullest. But it is so easy to get caught up in the stress and miss it all, and I am so afraid that I am going to do that.
So in my last week here in Athens as a UGA student, I am going to stop. breathe. relax. and enjoy. Because I can never get this back. I can only enjoy what time I have left.