Have you ever driven an incredibly long distance? You sat in the same position for far too long. You contemplated turning back at one point after you had already gone too far. Your vision started to blur as you fought the road doze. You wondered if the destination was was even worth it – why were you even going, again? You even considered just giving up and moving into that Motel 6 right there, making a new life in a town that may or may not be named after a klan member. But you kept going.
You know that feeling when you finally arrive and take that first step out of the driver seat?
Your muscles ache. Your ass is numb. And your brain is fuzzy. But you’ve arrived. No matter that it’s 2am and no one is awake to greet you. That first real (and audible) stretch of freedom is all you really needed anyway.
Well, congratulations. You know what it’s like to complete a Master’s degree. (I imagine a PhD would be more like arriving at the destination only to hop on a sailboat to cross the Atlantic?)
So, yes. Finally I am finished with school (for good this time – really, no more!). A bit later than expected – technically I finished at the end of February 2013, when it was supposed to be more like August or September 2012. But this allowed one (and now two) trips to Suriname. And then things didn’t go as smoothly as I had hoped – I felt miserable quite a lot. And I procrastinated just as much in my 30s as I did in my 20s…what can I say? Some things just don’t change.
But it was worth it. Even if just to get on the cover, inside, and back of the University’s grad school brochure. Supahstar.
After all of the writing, and reading, and ugh – all the thinking, it was worth it. I finished what I started. When the University sent me that email to let me know everything was processed and my diploma was printed, it marked an official end to the chapter that started this little, gigantic journey.
And when my friend sent me photos of my diploma (she picked it up since I’m not in Amsterdam), although I had already moved on to focus on Ancestors unKnown, I finally felt that relief of arrival.
So I took a damn good and well-deserved stretch. But, ya know, my ass might still be numb.