Oh, there are delicious ends. There are heels of fine bread, the last lukewarm sweetness of an herbal mocha, the last end woven into a deep, fluffy scarf, and a final exam that takes 30 mins to whip out.
I wrote until my hand shook, which wasn't much considering my generation Y upbringing. Then I sold back my text books and skipped down the hall with a whistle on my lips and a laugh in my throat. An odd combination, but I didn't care. The door to my freedom opened with a blast of frozen air that felt like baptism on my flushed face.
It was most welcome.
I'm taking spring off, unless I take just one online class. House hunting, job searching, school looking, but first, there is Christmas. I'm going to take off my shoes and take a hot bath.
Oh, and I had another book idea when Freida came to visit my bed at 3 am, complaining of her fear of crickets. It kept me up for an hour.
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