Countdown

Now that it is here, something I have spent 6 years working to get to, I am not sure how I feel.

Adrift.

I can feel something that defined me for so long slipping away.
There are people who are gone, that I will never see again and we didn't realize it enough to say goodbye.
I can measure the distance between me and my professors, and it grows each day.

My future is looming and I am the kind of girl who likes a plan, a path, a direction...

Instead, it's like I took an exit off the freeway, my car is idling, I am scrounging around in the car for a map, waving at cars driving by me. Some offered me a lift, and I said no, mainly cause I didn't like their car or the place they were heading.

Now I am sitting in my bumper sticker covered hatchback, with a low tank of gas, not really sure where to go next.

Destination-less

I am damn happy to be in the car and off the freeway. I was on that freeway for too long. There were some nice sights along the way, but I was going too fast to hold on.

Where to next?

I can't get back on the freeway, there is no reverse onto an offramp and no onramp in sight.

Something will happen. I am too impulsive to sit long, too determined not to get somewhere, and too capable to stay put.

Counting down to the future.