In just 57 days, my apartment in Chapel Hill will be boarded and boxed and every memory I made sealed and sent into a file cabinet in the back of my brain only to be revisited when I'm in a "missing Carolina moment" or my girlfriends and I find ourselves rehashing every stupid thing we ever committed (lots and lots).
In just 57 days, I will be making that last drive as a college student on I-40 only to set the cruise control when I hit I-85, hurrying home before my gas gauge reads empty and my stomach growls anxiously awaiting a home-cooked meal.
In just 57 days, I have one last opportunity to soak up every ray of sunshine that brightens Polk Place quad and one last opportunity to roll out of bed with 30min of sleep and countless hours of stressful studying written on my face and woven through my un-brushed hair. I have one last opportunity to take full advantage of student discounts at South Point Cinemas so a movie costs 9 dollars instead of 10 - lucky me.
For all I know, in just 57 days, I may not be able to afford internet and my blog posts will be even more seldom - imagine that!
I plan, in the next 57 days, to take lots of pictures and smile at every stranger I meet on Carolina's campus.
If it only takes 21 days to make a habit, I wonder what I can do with 57?
