Junior year is over

I’m done with my semester.

What a weird feeling. Usually I have a couple of finals, and a lot of time in between to develop apathy and a desperate desire for summer’s arrival. But this semester, since I don’t have any finals, and I’ve been ridiculously busy up until yesterday night, the end of semester comes as a surprise. I’m actually kind of at a loss as to what to do next. It’s the beginning of summer vacation and I’m not burned out! I can’t get over it.

Actually, it’s a bittersweet start-of-summer for me, and I’ve been a little bit depressed about it. I don’t know what I’m doing this summer yet, and I don’t have any great ideas. I’m pretty sure I want to stay in Berkeley for most of the time, but I’ll want to be home sometimes too, and I don’t know how I’m going to balance that. The first few weeks of June are going to be really hard, because Erik’s moving home and I won’t get to see him every day. I can’t even tell you how hard it is to deal with that thought, but I’m sure you can imagine. I know it’ll be a good experience for us to be apart. I’m looking forward to this great lesson I suppose I’ll have learned by the end, but I wish I could get to that lesson without the actual learning part, because it’s going to hurt. Plus some other very good friends are going to be gone, too, either for the summer or for the summer and all of next year. It makes me feel lonely already.

Speaking of friends, though, mine are great. πŸ™‚ Even the ones who are leaving me! Last night was Erik’s and my piano recital, and so many people showed up to support us, it was really wonderful. It was a fantastic concert. There were some really amazing performances, and Erik and I didn’t do too badly either. At least we enjoyed ourselves. And Erik’s premiere piece was a huge success. (Congratulations love!) I’m really going to miss this piano class, as well as playing with Erik–being that close to your partner just makes an enormous difference in how you feel when you play. The reason I don’t think I’ll be able to take this class again next semester is my hand–I’m hoping I’ll at least be able to continue playing on my own, but we’ll see.

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]

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