Since my freshman year, I have been left behind by those older than me, those farther down the rivers of UCLA and the roads of life. I've gone through three years of what feels like abandonment, with many of them never looking back. They have gone on to graduate school, full time jobs, marriage, and, for some, families. They have traveled the world and seen so many wonders, and they have spent time in their hometowns. Every day I miss them, but I am so proud of all of their successes.
(I don't know when or why Facebook started announcing life events, but I have to say I'm not a big fan. I do not need to be reminded of how quickly my allotted time at UCLA flew by.) I, too, will begin to only look forward and will move on from the place that has been my home for so long now. I, too, will leave those younger than me behind in search of brighter and more beautiful horizons (or at least less smog ridden). And even if I stay here, things will never be the same. I will never be running on my way to class up hills and stairs at 7:46 am (thank god), but I also will never stay up all night giggling with friends in the dorms.
As my time here at UCLA comes to an end, I feel I am on the verge of a metamorphosis.
Arrived as a caterpillar
confined by my cocoon
Left as a butterfly
and I am flying to the moon.
All in all, I feel a profound sense of loss shaken, not stirred, with excitement for what the future entails.
Here's to my graduating class of 2013, and everyone who supported me along the way.
Here's to those who have touched my life in profound ways and have helped me grow.
Here's to being so thankful to have the privilege to attend college.
Here's to utilizing what I've learned and gained to help others.
Here's to Delta Terrace, Project WILD, the LGBT Center, and CSC, and the people who became a part of my family.
And here's to those who I am leaving behind. You are wonderful. You are lovely. You will soon be joining me with your dazzling wings to flutter throughout life.
