This Apartment

Do you ever have those days?  You know the ones that I am talking about, the days where you KNOW you should be doing something productive.  I SHOULD be catching up on my homework.  I SHOULD be looking for jobs for after graduation.

And yet I can't.  I can only sit on this couch in this apartment where so much of my college life has happened.  This is the apartment I always ran to when I was having a hard time with my roommates.  This is the apartment where I lived with my dearest Lynette.  This is the apartment I came back to after my mission.  This is the apartment where I cried over boys, over my body, over my health, and over so many things.  This is the apartment where my college life happened.  Whenever I had to move out of this apartment, I always wanted to be back because it is the one place that truly felt like home during college.

I have been so richly blessed.  I am so lucky to have had a place like this to feel the most myself.  And so it is with a sense of loss that I think of graduation.

Yes, I am scared.  I am scared of that fateful day in April when I will officially receive my college diploma and no longer be able to call myself a college student.  I am scared that all of these years here at BYU will have gotten me nowhere.  And I am scared to leave this apartment behind.  So much of who I am started here.  And while I am sure that the next chapter of my life will be exciting, life-altering, etc. etc., well, I also know that the unknown nature of it is terrifying.

And so tonight I will just sit.  Just sit and enjoy a night where everything is still the same.

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