Well, it happened. Tonight, I spoke at CCF Senior Night, just like I watched dozens of seniors do over the past seven semesters (I wasn't a CCFer my first year). Tonight was my turn. It was beautiful, traumatizing, emotional, delightful, heartbreaking, and frankly, exhausting. I hate hate hate good-byes. I know they're inevitable, and I can't expect to stay in the same place forever. It's just hard to watch this part of my life, which was both fabulous and extremely difficult, come to an end. Le sigh.
Mom and Dad are here. I've missed them, very much, though I'm not looking forward to moving home. I've become so used to almost complete autonomy that I don't know what I'm going to do for the next several months. I want a job, and not in Branson. Please.
I think I'm going to put off writing any more for awhile, until I've had a few days to process all these events and emotions. Right now it's just a rush of chaos with very little logic. When I'm back to semi-sanity, I'll be back here. Peace, love, and good-bye my dear Kirksville!!!