It's over

My identity for the last 17 years is officially gone. The last stroke of the pen completed, the last textbook sold back. It feels like a death. Am I sad? Not in the same way that one mourns a death, but more in the solemn realization in the one who is dying that things will never be the same again. Without this acceptance comes insanity. I've well accepted that this day has come, but I don't know who I am anymore. All of the demands, all of the late nights, the homework, the uncontrollable hours have gone. I'm free. What is it going to mean to work 8 hours a day and not have to catch up on anything over the weekend except what I want to do or choose to do. What does it mean to make money for working instead of paying a lot of money to do work? :-P

Metamorphosis. It is a permanent change for the better, but how can one accept never being the same again?

I've got a lot of resting to do. I could sleep 12 hours a day for the next month and not fall behind on anything. I wouldn't want to - I'd rather eat 3 meals a day and watch the occasional TV show, but I'm free!! Free at Last, Free at Last, Thank God Almighty I'm Free at Last!