April and May have been filled with nothing but "lasts." Everything is the "LAST TIME..." The last time I'll skip class. The last time I'll complain about the PINK house falling apart. The last time I'll see most of the people that have made JMU so special to me. My last time studying at Greenberry's (which is what I'm supposed to be doing right now).
While having my whole life seemingly ahead of me and having endless possibilities is something to be really really excited about, I can't help but feel a twinging sense of sadness in the pit of my stomach.
I keep asking myself if I have any regrets about the past four years. Did I take advantage of all of JMU and Harrisonburg? Did I get coffee with all the people I said I was going to? Did I cross off all of my bucket list items? Did I make time for friends?
There are some people I don't think I could ever make enough time for. I think that is what makes me the most sad. I could never spend enough time with my housemates, my small group, or the people I've lived with in the past.
Life is about to look a lot different. All I can do is be thankful for those people I could never get enough of and know that I'll see them in August!
