Contemplative.

Goodbyes are hard to say. This becomes more real to me every year as I watch the same things happen during graduation weekend. As I sit there and watch people have a last hoorah together of drunkenness, making out, and "living the dream," the more I realize that it is all just an escape. Every year, there are huge parties to celebrate how we no longer are on the LTC and how we have made it through. Do I have fun? Of course I do. However, at the same time, it kills me on the inside. I mean, I do have fun and I do like hanging out with people. However, I am not hanging out with my real friends. I am hanging out with the buzzed, tipsy, or drunk versions of my friends. What an awesome way to spend my last Saturday night of my college career...

Here's what I did love about the weekend...

I loved sitting on the porch, talking about life and being able to really discuss what is going on in life. I loved being able to go out with friends at 1 am to Southside for a night of good conversation and many laughs. I loved having meals and sitting around the table in each others presence. I loved running errands and spending quality time.

Sure, partying is fun.
It is a blast.
But for me, it is an escape.
It may not be to others, for them it may be a way to really enjoy those last moments.
I just wish that my last night at TU could have been more intentional.

Oh well.