So I am now in my final week of school, ever. On Friday I’m flying to Los Angeles for the Big Concert, then to Baltimore/Washington, and finally back to New Have to graduate (round two). I’ve decided to leave New Haven behind and move to New York city, along with my new Master of Music degree and six years’ accumulated furnishings.
I was wondering a few days ago why I’m not feeling any regret, or premature nostalgia, as I go about various finalities— concerts, classes, pruning my favorite flowering shrubs— the answer, I think, is that being in grad school has, somewhat unexpectedly, provided a pretty smooth transition from student to Real Person. I’m not really sure what I expected going in, but this seems like the best possible result. I wonder how I’ll feel about the previous sentiment this time next year, after what’s sure to be a healthy dose of New York struggle.