Do you remember the day you left college?

For me, the days leading up to that moment comprised an odd mix of emotions. I was excited about moving on to the next step of my life; I had my degree in one hand and a job offer in the other. The tantalizing prospect of making REAL MONEY was obviously something that gave me real joy and enthusiasm for leaving Cornell. On the other hand, I was filled with regrets about the things that I missed or chose not to do in college. I found that four years wasn’t enough for me to truly appreciate the experience, but I knew that I couldn’t stay any longer. I would’ve been perfectly happy to spend another year or two as an undergrad.

Either way, there was no escaping The Last Day; time wasn’t about to stop because I had mixed feelings about graduating from college. That made the last few days leading up to commencement and move-out filled with impatience and dread, the excitement and fear of the unknown combined with sadness and glassy-eyed fondness for the immediate past.

Kim and I are slowly moving into our new house. We settled on the property on the 5th. The house was ready to live in immediately, but we’ve spent the last several days painting some walls, refinishing the upper floor, and doing other little things that are much easier to do before all of our furniture is moved in. The moving company will be at our “old” house tomorrow morning, which means that tonight is our last night in our first home. The home we bought brand new, optioned out exactly the way we wanted. And while we’re both excited about the new place, we didn’t realize until one or two days ago how much we’d miss the old one. Perhaps we kept ourselves too busy with work to think about it. It’s a lot like leaving college, for some reason.

Time moves on. We love the new house and soon enough we’ll find it as comfortable and inviting as the one we will leave for good in just a few more days. For now, though, we both find ourselves excited and sad about the transition. I can only imagine how this would feel if we had raised children in the old house.

No Comments so far
Leave a comment



Leave a comment
Line and paragraph breaks automatic, e-mail address never displayed, HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

(required)

(required)