On Friday evening, I call one of my former TAs to invite her to my graduation party because I'm a big nerd and I don't like to forget. She tells me she is engaged. She goes on to tell me it is worth it to wait for my soul mate. It's early Sunday morning and I think I can hear a TV talking somewhere in the house. I have less than two weeks left before graduation.
Dreams are beautiful and scary.
I have no regrets. I do, however, have memories. There's my family, ordering two huge pizzas for dinner after this year's homecoming game, crowding around a dining table that's missing a chair, my dad still wearing a suit. It's been four years of living. The chamber door is closed.