I knew that it was inevitable that I would eventually have to face the fact that tomorrow I will be waking up for the last time in Etown. And I’m going to try to resist posting something too sappy but I didn’t want to let this quiet moment of reflection pass without recognition. The last four years have been quite a journey. Literally, with field experiences from Harrisburg to Lancaster, and spiritually as I have had to talk myself down from the figurative ledge a number of times in order to come out stronger… or at least alive. But besides the challenges and struggles, I want to remember only the best of times and the best of friends. One day, I will look back on these years, maybe (hopefully) not as the “best years of my life” but as ones that have taught me what matters most and have made me who I am.
These times will try hard to define me
But I will hold my head up high
Safety Suit, “These Times”