Goodbye

A portrait of the artist as a young man. The picture on the left was taken during my freshmen year. The one on the right, this past summer. What a difference four years make.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is bright. As I type this I only have eight school days left in my college career. Eight days, the off to the real world.

I use the term real world lightly because even though I have already secured a job at a newspaper after graduation, I will be moving into my parent's house for the summer until I save enough for a place of my own. So at the same time I have proved to myself I can succeeded in the real world, I will be living in the same I did before I left for college.

The irony is not lost on me but it something I do not put much stock in, for I am a different person than the boy who left that room four short years ago. I will be a college graduate. I will have a professional job. I will be an adult.

Now would be the natural point where I reflect on my college career and reminisce what I would have done differently had I the opportunity to time travel. Succinctly put, my answer is simple, nothing. I would not change one thing, because at this moment I am content with my position in life and if I changed something in the past there would be no guarantee I would be the same person.

I am not one for regret, instead believing everything I did in the past I enjoyed at the moment so why feel bad about it. I might have drunk too much, not studied enough, and chosen bad roommates; but, at this point it does not matter. I will walk down the Hill in eight days and the bad memories will fade away only to be replaced by the good ones.