Now, looking back, I loved this time. I loved it b/c I was uncomfortable and was left with myself to deal with when all I wanted was a few friends. I loved having the free time to give potential friends and just enjoying one another's presence. I loved this year, despite the memories that come with it. When I look at the individual ones, I wonder why I liked it so much...but when I lump them all into one category (like freshman year) I loved it. This brings me to now, and the feeling I'm feeling now. Like I felt the last night at 5:00 a.m. in L.A. last spring, I know I'm going to miss Taylor and the people that make it up. I know even though I'm annoyed at a few people right now and frustrated with how my last week here has gone, I'll still probably look back 20 years from now and love thinking about every minute of it. I've been praying lately (or trying to whenever I remember to) that God would bring me a few people in L.A. to surround me and love me and really encourage me in these next 2 years. Part of me is terrified, like I was in August of 2000, at where Fuller will lead me. But so much of me is elated and bits and pieces of me feel like I have enough trust inside of me to go nuts out in L.A. I anticipate God changing me. It's funny, but it hasn't really been an option in my head. I'm just assuming that he'll be faithful even though I rarely am and that he'll be merciful even when I don't want to look up and be honest. It's terrifying, but I love it for some reason.
Well, in 6 hours I will graduate and walk away with a piece of paper worth $100,000 that says I know something. Thank you everyone for contributing to this...you were expensive but worth every penny of it. I mean that even though it sounds sarcastic. Night.