I’m in my childhood bedroom wearing polka dot slipper booties, Christmas pajamas, and a Burberry bonnet I bought in seventh grade because I thought it would make me cool. I graduated from college this past Saturday–so this is Summa Cum Laude?
Graduation is a happy time, or so the pictures say. Dolled up and adorned in ugly, flat hats and boxy robes with colorful tassels, my friends and I flashed bright smiles. But later that night, we cried over assorted chocolates and “celebratory” champagne while watching Taylor Swift music videos. And last night, after spending two days driving in a leaking, jam-packed car with my dad, I sat on my childhood bed and tears came again because home didn’t feel quite like home anymore. I am excited about working in Michigan and living by my family and boyfriend, but it’s more disorienting than I expected leaving somewhere I called home for four years. It’s weird to know that the friends that I lived and breathed with are suddenly scattered around the globe. The smooth, comfortable rhythm of life we had established together is now changed.
In the midst of my pity party last night, God assured me that although this transition is tough, He had never left me hanging before.Continue Reading