The End of an Era and Other Cliches

I've never liked myself more than I do now. Is that weird? I feel like that should be weird, or perhaps I've finally escalated out of teenagedom and can now accurately assess myself and my place in the world. I love it. I've done several things in the last week which my prior incarnations would have had fits about. But thinking back on them, they seem harmless, and here's the kicker, logical. Me? Logical? Have I finally become the pragmatist I've always dreamed of? Or perhaps I have just gotten better at rationalizing feelings and deciding how to proceed from there. Nevertheless, I've learned how to be me, I've learned how to anticipate my ill behavior. I have had rational discussions with myself about how to proceed. I find this incredibly exciting/hilarious.

Weird. So the thing I learned most about in the last four years was myself. I guess in the next four years I will have to either a) learn more about how I interact with other people or b) learn more about medicine. Either way, it's an exciting time to be Elora Apantaku. Thanks road trip! If I had been in the vacuum of suburban life, I probably would have never discovered this about me.

I leave for home tomorrow. I am sad. I am happy. It is a great ending for a novel, in that I am 1) returning home 2) leaving the reader uncertain about what path I may choose but 2b) they know that it will be for the better and not the worse.

Thanks for reading.