"Farewell my sweet,
Well the time that was coming,
The road has begun to move beneath my feet.
Good things come to an end.
I hope through the pain,
The heartache and strain we can still remain friends."
Fitting, I haven't blogged in over a month and nearly fifty days before graduation. For, on my last night in Malibu, as I lay here on the Pointe couch--a place where I've spent so many nights over the past year--I'm overwhelmed with feelings of sadness, contentment, and denial. Call me emotional, but never could I picture the day that I would be leaving the "27 Miles of Scenic Beauty" with a degree from Pepperdine and some of the most important people known to my functioning existence as a human being...
...that day is tomorrow.
