Going, going, gone

This post is kinda sentimental. 

As I wrap up my last week of classes I can't help but feel a little emotional—sad yet happy, relieved but yet stressed. 

Finals week is only in a few days and as much as I want to say hasta la vista baby to this semester and hit the beach—I don't want my freshman year to ever end.

I guess it's true when the seniors say, "enjoy it—because it's over before you know it".

It feels like just last month that I was stuffing the car with my crisp new bedding, my own personal Keurig (still the greatest investment um EVER), 95% of my wardrobe, shoes, books and basically my whole life as I knew it at home—all jammed into the back of the car ready to move up to Providence.

It's these moments—walking down my dorm hall for the first time, meeting my roommates, saying goodbye to mom and dad, taking my first shower in the communal bathroom (which btw, is not all that bad as some horror stories make it out to be), my view of Schneider arena, my first two hour civ seminar, and going out to college night life for the first time—woo hoo!—all these things and many more, are what make me nostalgic of that first week/month of adapting to my new life at college.

So is the same for any new adjustment in life—enjoy it. Be in the moment and take it all in because it's going to be going, going, gone, in the blink of an eye;

and man, did I blink fast.