This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kennesaw chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Time is up, but life has only just begun.
Leaving behind the last four years and everything I have done.
Moving on to pastures greener and skies bluer.
It is hard to think of a life without it college.
How will I figure out who I have become apart from my identity?
Every choice I made changed my trajectory.
Started a bright star that burnt overnight.
Exploded like a supernova and didn’t feel right.
Found my way through the ashes, moved on, and a new place in the night sky.
Angels by my side every step of the way, I found my black and yellow brick road.
I drifted along the way but never veered off the path.
Now here we are at the end of the road, years that felt like decades for this moment.
A moment to feel something again.