Thursday, December 15, 2005

Walking home

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.


Yak said...

that's pretty profound - finding our way home?!

I think I'm home now! So everything else will be going on vacation?

Andrea said...

You're going to get sick of my comments :) But I like this one. I agree.

And on another note, WHAT??! I thought you still had another semester. What are your plans? Are you staying in town?

And on a third note, if you get this, call me! I think you know my number--the same cell as in grad school. Or you can email me. I want to see you while you're still in town!