Being a college graduate is strange. I thought I’d feel more a part of the world once I’d accomplished my bachelor’s, but it all still feels like I’m looking at everything through a fishbowl, part of it all and yet separate. Maybe that goes away in time. Maybe that’s just life. Either way, walking through the art village after my final critique with Juergen, realizing that there was nothing left for me here, it all felt oddly surreal; it was an unexpected, paradoxical combination of achievement and alienation. I felt like I’d conquered this school, but at the same time that I didn’t belong here. I suppose that’s what happens when you outgrow a place. But I never expected the feeling to set in that immediately.
But now on to bigger and better things. My apartment is slowly being packed, prints are being delivered to their respective buyers, and as I sip the lukewarm tea I bought at Starbucks earlier and should probably throw away by now, the realization that I have just nine days left here is finally setting in.
These four years have been full of such tremendous growth. Terrible at times, daunting so often, and yet as I was handed my diploma, it was all consolidated into a snapshot memory, encompassing the good, the bad, and the immeasurable amount in between. I can only hope that grad school will facilitate that same development in my life.
And now I’ll finish rambling for the night. Beach House’s Bloom is the album of the night, and, as it’s lulling to a close right about now, so this post should too.
…Listen to On the Sea, from that album. It’s incredible. Also, here’s a cheesy picture of me with my diploma. Enjoy.