Today two of my favorite people graduated, as well as countless other people I admire.
I'm so happy for them and so proud, and I wish them the best and all that, but at the same time I am so achingly sad to, well, "lose" them, in a sense.
This is my last semester. I'll be walking across the same stage as they are, come April. But to do it without them is harder than I thought it would be. I'm trying so hard not to think about it, because I know I'll cry. Tomorrow, my roommate packs her bags and gets on a plane. She won't be dragging me down to the music building or out into the common room to try to make me be social anymore.
It's going to be a little weird. But, congrats, guys. To say you will be missed is an understatement.