I knew at the beginning of this countdown that this was going to be my last story. “Tomorrow” was supposed to have been the last story before my first day of school (if I had written every day like I was supposed to). Instead, it is week three. Tomorrow, I have a poetry class that I was terrified to start, and am now completely in love with. Tomorrow, I have nonfiction stories to peer edit. Tomorrow, I will be hanging out with friends that I didn’t know three weeks ago and already adore. Tomorrow, I will fall a little more in love with this city.
I’m a little sad this countdown is over. It has tracked a lot of important time stamps for me over the last three months. But I guess it’s time to move onto something else, something new. Thanks for coming along on this ride with me.