I had a strange realization last night as I walked in my apartment and saw that my roommate had moved half of our stuff out. I realized not only was she moving, but I was moving. I was graduating. Everything including time was illustrated and it was all a reality in that moment. I was going to a new school. I was graduating and the unending chapter that is undergrad. was about to end.

I've been moving or doing stuff all weekend for people. It's a crazy time of transition. On top of it all I'm finishing up my final thesis draft and my last few term papers.

I'm slightly stressed, yet really moving in slow motion. It's a feeling I can perhaps compare to my senior year in high school-One that is surreal and completely unbelievable.

Happy mothers day to my mom and all those other moms I have out there.

(And there are a ton)