I started to write this post at least seven times, but continuously sighed and hit the backspace button, dissatisfied and wondering how on Earth I could appropriately sum up my week. The answer lies within the lines of that very dilemma. It’s next to impossible to articulate how it felt to finish school; instead it’s a collection of emotion, not a collection of words. I deliberately waited a few days before I tried to write, thinking I’d let myself go through the motions so I could reach the other side, sigh contentedly and write my heart out…with it all seamlessly making sense. Shame on me for thinking four days would lend me the time I need to swim through those motions.
Each emotion marches on in, feeling like it’s here to stay, before the other sweeps in and quickly takes it place. There is happy and sad, anxious and excited, worried and enthusiastic, nervous and glad. There is ‘so incredibly sad to say goodbye to the elements of that life, and so incredibly thrilled to say hello to freedom and travel and beginning something else.’ It would be nice, one day in the coming days to reach the balance between both. I think, possibly maybe, that balance will come once I am rid of final exams and NEW YORK is that little bit closer…Sayonara school, hello City that never sleeps.
Our final assembly. Pictured: Danielle, Amelia, Rosie, Myself, Ella and Clare
Ella and Myself
A few images of Sophie from tonight. Clicking away is my healing. Better than a massage or spa I swear.
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FINALLY - To each of the amazing girls apart of class of 2011. Each of you is so incredible, and each of you will do something amazing with your life, i am just excited i will get to witness it. Make sure you put your trust in what you love, and you will end up right where you need to be. I promise :)
All my love, XX