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2015 // a year of endings + a year of new beginnings

I have been dreading this year since 2002.

That was the year I was in kindergarten, and I looked up on the board with all of our pictures (taken on my playground; mine was taken on my favorite place, the swings) headed in bold, multi-colored neon letters: CLASS OF 2015.

2015 means growing up, it means moving on, it means change.  Unfortunately, that has never been something I’ve been good at.  I have been at my school for fifteen years–I have never know anything else.  I have lived in a total of two houses, lived in the same state, done the same thing for Christmas Eve for all eighteen years of my life.  Change is not something I greet with enthusiasm or open arms.

2015 is the year I graduate from the only school I’ve ever attended, the year I move out of the only state I’ve ever lived in, and the year I leave behind everything I’ve ever known.

For someone who travels as much as I do and who craves the adventure of the unknown, I have always gone out into the world knowing exactly where, and when, I was coming back–to the green house on the road that no one can pronounce, not even my GPS.  I now embark on a different kind of adventure, and one with an ending that is constantly up to interpretation.  This is my story, and I get to choose how it ends.

But what if I don’t know?

How am I, at merely 18 years old, expected to decide how I want my life to play out?  I have known the same people since I was two years old, I have walked the same halls, I have seen the same teachers; I have not drastically changed my academic life–until now.  And that’s only because there’s this little thing called graduation that I sort of have to do.

Even at the beginning of this school year, I understood that I was graduating this academic school year.  But it wasn’t until 2015, and it was still 2014, so I was fine.  Except now it is 2015.  And I graduate this year.  Not so fine anymore.

But I don’t really have a choice; in June, I will be donning my cap and gown and becoming an alum.  And I have to be okay with that.  Endings have to come for new beginnings to take their place.

Although 2015 is a year of many endings, it is also a year of many, many new beginnings.  And those I couldn’t be more excited about.

Am I ready?  Absolutely not.  But I don’t really have a choice, now do I?

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