The Moment We've Been Waiting For




The last final.
Damien Rice.
Truth.

I honestly thought it would feel different than this. A little anti-climactic. A little sour in the stomach.

For a moment I allowed myself to get lost in the lyrics.
Raw. Honest. Startling. True. Crude.
I didn't hide from my pain. my shame. my insecurities. my doubts. my regrets. my should'a, could'a, would'a's. my questions. my fear.
Instead, I sat in them. Eyes wide. and listened. Listened to Damien shout and scream and share my secrets.

And can I just say- as sad, as scared, and as unwilling as I am to move on from this Chapter called College . . . I almost feel ready. I don't really know how to explain it. I think I'm just about ready- and that's been my prayer, that I'd be ready when it was time.

I will say goodbye to this place for a while.
I will say goodbye to the people who are here who have touched my life . . . but don't you worry, you can't get rid of me easily !