There’s nothing quite like speeding down miles of open highway to make you feel like progress is being made. A couple days ago, as I drove away from campus with the contents my entire life stuffed in the backseat, my freedom was palpable. Tangible. Physical. I was leaving this past semester in my rearview mirror and zooming towards something safe. I couldn’t help but feel weightless and a little bit invincible. The more miles I put between Claremont and myself, the more I could breathe easy and finally relax. It has been a trying semester to say the least. Classes got harder, professors had higher expectations, and possibilities of my post-grad future were looming constantly over my head. I like to think that I rose to the occasion, however, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved to have this semester behind me. A couple thousand miles behind me, to be exact.
