It's been just over a week since the big day, and the thought of no longer living life as an undergrad feels completely surreal. The finality probably won't set in until this fall-- no first day of classes for the first time since kindergarten! The whole thing makes me equal parts elated and nervous and proud. Nervous stems mainly from my absolute lack of a plan. I've moved back home and am applying for jobs while teaching ballet classes part-time at a local studio. At some time relatively soon, I'll move out and dinner with my parents and siblings will become an event rather than a given. That surely makes right now a precious time. Hopefully I'll be checking off "Get hired for a full-time job" sometime in the near future, but for now I'm trying to savor the excitement of not knowing what comes next. Here's to possibility!
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