That's what the Dean of SIPA said when the speeches were over and the hundreds of graduates were next up to walk across the stage. This was last Thursday, more than a week ago already. I have been thinking of all kinds of things that I should write about graduating.
I've been comparing this program to how I've heard childbirth is-- it's painful, but as soon as it's over you just think about what the result was, and the bad parts fade. It's worth it. But I don't think I'll have another baby.
The last two weeks have been filled with fun and family and friends. And New York. I've been to museums and memorials:
9/11 memorial |
WTC 1 |
South Street Seaport |
The Cloisters |
and plays:
4000 Miles. (I also saw War Horse tonight by myself) |
and sat in the park...watched Netflix...and eaten oh so much food.
What's next for me? I go to LA next Thursday when my lease here in NYC is up. The boyfriend has an internship there for the summer, so I'll be applying for jobs there...From New York to New Work. It's probably going to be a weird and challenging transition. I need to create more wildest dreams.