Last night was my last class for my master's degree. Oh, I still have a final to turn in electronically, a paper, a portfolio, but I had my last class. First, I found a church where I can be myself, then I found a grad program that fit me so well. We were eating pizza last night and a classmate's reminiscence reminded me that every week during the first semester, with amazement, I would say to myself, "I made the right choice." "This is the place for me."
It makes me think that for some people, life is like getting dropped off in the middle of the woods, and then year by year, gradually walking home.