Lasts - 1

In college, the end of senior year seemed like one of the biggest ends to a great chapter in life. It was, but little did I know of the next many life transitions to come and go. I counted my lasts then, tearfully spoke my good-byes, and tried to memorize the scents and sounds of spring Ann Arbor streets to take with me wherever I went next.

There was something melodramatic about the end of college, about the end of that carefree and youthful lifestyle. But even now, I find myself stumbling upon some lasts that will mark the end of my post-baccalaureate East Coast existence. Yesterday, I returned my parking key card which means no more driving from the Beach House, which means, no more Beach House and one step closer to leaving New Haven. Yesterday was also the last shower at the Beach House, and the last night of comforting sleep. Today was the last serene breakfast to the calm crashing sounds of Long Island Sound waves.

This isn't a total end yet, but it is a beginning of an inevitable end to another era.

Singleness of heart

I just realized that last night was the last night I was going to spend alone as a single person. I didn't do anything special to celebrate, just indulged in some "Sex and the City" episodes in bed and rolled over to position myself diagonally over the full-sized mattress for some blissful uninterrupted single sleep. I then woke up at 11:30 a.m. and luxuriously allowed myself to lounge in the middle of my warm and fluffy covers, before finally getting up to move more boxes.

My life at the beach house is coming to an end, and with it my single life as well. For the next two weeks, I'll be staying with J, along with 3 other roommates, all our crap blending together as piles and boxes collapse and collide. And after that, our knot will be tied, so to speak. I'd like to think I'm prepared for a lot of aspects of marriage, but god, will I miss falling asleep and waking up alone.