Living By Your Own Rules

When the days are numbered, you begin to live by your own rules. The closer we inch (aka rocket-launch) towards graduation, the days that we are able to call this beautiful campus "home" have steadily decreased. We started with four years, then it became three... two... one... Three quarters, one quarter, five weeks, two weeks, and now here we are. Seven days.

But see, the sitch with these seven days is that they also come with these squawking little blocks on the calendar that also like to go by the names: finals. papers. revisions. packing. trip booking details. storage. boxes. saying goodbye to friends. checking credits. laundry. cleaning. preparing for the parents to arrive. picking up caps & gowns. The list goes on and on and on, believe me.

In the name of "make big small, and small big" though (uh, a pretty incredible insight taken away from the Gilmore Girls reunion can you even guess how much I freaked out over that)...

I've been squeezing out every second of time not dedicated to that laundry list of things to do (quite literally) and savoring every amazing detail. Tim Tam Slamming until our stomachs hurt, and then sneaking wine into the movie theater to see Spy. Jumping out of bed to prepare breakfast and drinks for a full day extravaganza of walking to and visiting every meaningful place on campus. Inhaling pizza. Fountain-hopping. Again and again. Deciding at 3am that tapas the next day would be the way to go, and making it happen. Hugging friends. Napping. And really, just living by our own rules because right now, that is what's feeling like the best thing to do.