senior year
I’ve figured out what this feels like. It’s that same melancholy feeling I had my senior year of college, and once again it has me watching old movies and wandering campus alone. It’s the feeling you get when you are optimistic about the future but uncertain what it holds. When you’re ready to be done with what you’re doing, but anxious about leaving something you know you’re good at. When you wonder if anything you’ve spent so much energy on during the last few years will be thought valuable by those outside your little world. It’s the feeling you get when, suddenly, your friends are no longer just down the hall.
It’s a feeling I don’t like, though its familiarity provides a strange comfort.
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