It’s hard to believe that this is the final week of the fall semester. The only thing standing between me and home are four finals, spaced out pretty nicely throughout the week. Usually at this point I’m anxious, but right now, I’m not.
Because here’s the thing. If you were to ask me what happiness is, it’s this: sitting by myself at my kitchen table with a large cup of coffee, switching between Ingrid Michaelson and Christmas pandora stations, and watching the snow fall almost effortlessly outside as I study. Normally I love being surrounded by friends, but today it’s okay not to be.
Who knows what next semester, or next year for that matter, will bring. Coming to terms with the fact that by August I’ll probably be across the Atlantic ocean in London is making me appreciate Gettysburg a lot more. The end of this year is going signify a lot of changes, and I’m trying to wrap my head around it.
But for now, I’m happy where I’m at. It may have taken me a really long semester to get me to realize it, but I am. Life is good, friends. Enjoy some coffee and a pretty snowfall.