Sunday. Sunday. Sunday. No, I am not talking about the Super Bowl.
Sunday is the day of rest. It's the day to sleep in and not check your email. It's a day to do all of your leftover work from the week. It's a calm, cool, and relaxed kind of day.
Except this Sunday I will be arriving from a solid 14 hours of air travel. Throttled and fueled by Red Bulls and black coffee, this Sunday I will finally be home. It still hasn't hit me yet that these 4 months actually went by with the blink of an eye. Even my professor said upon arrival in January that this will be the fastest 4 months of your life. Well, Monica, you were absolutely correct.
It's crazy to think that there is no more university after this. No more "let's skip class" or "Can I have an extension on this assignment?" Instead it's going to be "Do you want these papers filed tomorrow for the conference?" or "Should I be taking down meeting minutes?"
Changes are coming and they're inevitable. Becoming willing to accept the process of growing up and taking more responsibility can often be trying on your mental and morale. But that's life! That's how you get to know who your real friends are, how your family will have your back, and how you start doing some of the things that you never thought you could accomplish. Growth.
The Sunday I come back is also Cinco de Mayo. Sorry in advance, Jessica.
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