all week i've been mentally trying to put together a list of things i'll miss now that i'm done with grad school. i couldn't really come up with much. i think that's a good sign that i made the right choice to leave. it's sad though, right? i mean, it's sad that i don't have more to be sad about.
i am sad that this is my last night here at home. real home. home with my husband and my dog and my mess. i thought i'd have a bunch of stuff to say today. stuff like the "fuck yous" that i wish i could deliver to so many people. stuff like the "thank yous" that for the most part i already did. but i don't. this whole thing doesn't even seem real, and i'm sure that by the time it does, i won't care anymore anyway. bye bye, grad school. welcome, life.
