New beginnings always come with nostalgic ends
In a couple of months, I’ll start college where I will study medicine. I have to admit, it’s pretty exciting — the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. But I can’t help feeling overwhelmed and sad because of all the good memories that will lay forever frozen in time.
For the last three years…
I woke up and went to the same place every weekday.
I saw the same faces, greeted the same people, and walked through the same corridors.
I created my most precious friendships and met my amazing boyfriend.
I had a second family to spend most of my hours with.
The bonds I created will forever remain, but, the truth is I’ll never see those faces every day, all together in the same place ever again. I will not sit in the same classrooms with my teachers, and I will not have the opportunity to revive all the happy moments that took place within those walls.
I have plenty of good things coming — I know that and I’m excited, but I also cried my eyes out on my last day.
Honestly, a part of me feels accomplished and complete, and that makes me emotional. I’m leaving knowing that I achieved all my academic goals, and most importantly feeling that I grew as a person thanks to all the extraordinary people I met during my school journey.
I’m sad, but only because I was so happy during my school years.
Fears…
On the other hand, I have to admit that I’m quite scared. I know that I’ll have to make new friends — and that makes me a little bit apprehensive because of my shy nature which I constantly try to contradict.
In addition, I feel like I’m still so naive that it’s difficult to acknowledge that I’m actually going to be training to become a doctor. Well, it’s my dream job, but that doesn’t mean I’m not extremely nervous about having to interact with cadavers and death more frequently. I know that will profoundly impact me and, in the end, my job will be so rewarding it will actually be worth it. Yet, I have the consciousness that my journey will be filled with obstacles.
I believe that all the emotional and intellectual knowledge I acquired all these years will surely help me through this next chapter of my life, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to have bad moments where everything feels like it's falling apart.
When those times come, I hope to be able to breed and return in time, remembering my journey, friends, and family. I know for sure they will give me the strength to keep going in the darkest times.
Conclusion
It’s the end of an era, but I know I’m prepared for the next one. The nostalgia and sadness I feel only confirm that all these years meant something to me — something magical.
I have been the happiest child, the happiest teenager and now I’m jumping towards adulthood. It’s scary, but I’ll know I will make it because all my old friends will always be a call, a walk, or a drive away.
