I’ve been kind of speechless this past week.
I haven’t really had a whole lot to say. Until today.
Just over a week ago, I reached the milestone I had essentially been preparing for, for my whole life.
I graduated college.
It still sounds so weird when I say that.
I don’t really know how to wrap my head around the fact that one of the most transformational periods of my life is over and done.
Marquette University, the place I called home for four years, gave me the tools to become a strong, independent, and educated woman. It gave me my very best friends, my future bridesmaids, and it gave me the greatest time of my life, one that will certainly never be forgotten.
I promise you that I’m not going to be stuck in “the good ol’ college days” forever, because that would be absurd. But I can promise that I will be that alum decked out at basketball games, the one that attends alumni weekend in hopes of mingling with all of my former classmates, and yes, I will be that person with the Marquette alumni license plate on my car.
You see, I had never exprienced love until I got to college, and while I didn’t fall in love with a person per se, I can say that I fell in love with a place.
I fell in love with Marquette, and all that came with it.
I will forever cherish the memories I made, the people that I met, and the opportunites that were given to me.
Marquette, this isn’t a goodbye, this is a thank you.
Thank you for everything.