This morning I woke up. It was seemingly unchanged from any other Sunday, but today is the last Sunday before the last year of my undergraduate career. Tomorrow, I embark on my super senior year.
In addition, this week I finally took a GRE! My unofficial score was a 150 on Quantitative and 155 on Verbal; reasonable scores for my first time taking it, but I have to wait for the official scores to come out (percentiles are the most important). This entire summer, I have only had three days to relax without worrying or studying for a class or upcoming exam. So because of that I am doing, and have been doing, absolutely nothing! Watching QVC, making food for the week, and posting something new is only a sample of my list of relaxation activities.
It sucks that I have to do it by myself. I don’t have someone to cuddle with or to share popcorn with while we watch TV. As I was cooking, I was imagining someone being there with me, cutting the sweet potatoes while I prepared the salmon. I envy those that have found someone to share their life with. Perhaps this is how it was meant to be? Perhaps, not.
Either way, one thing is for sure: this morning I woke up, without the smell of my partner’s skin. Without the embrace of someone as he wakes up. I woke up alone, ready to start my day, cook for myself, and start only one person’s laundry.