balloons and things

They are reminders of things past: of parties, of celebrations, of love, of better days. The height of their existence lasts but a moment, and then they linger but never really die. They are always there as a reminder of what was, what you once had, and what you can never have again. If they could just disappear, maybe that would make everything better. The memories are what will kill a person, but they can never just disappear. They can fade, but they will always be there. Just like the balloons. To remind you of better days, of what you had, and what you will never have again.

moving on

After four years of desperately wanting to leave this place, I find myself entering a state of melancholy after walking across the stage and accepting my diploma. What is next? Where do I go from here? I will never be an undergraduate again. I am growing up, and I have mixed feelings about this. How am I supposed to feel? This is all wrong. I was supposed to be happy, joyful, ready to move on, ready to get away from here. I never was able to call South Carolina home- isn't this the moment I have always hoped for?

So why am I so melancholy?