The past 5 years of my life have held one overarching purpose--to obtain an important little piece of paper. The last 2 1/2 years have been especially hard. I met the love of my life and, so true to myself, I didn't hesitate to marry him.
It was the best decision I've ever made.
But that doesn't make it the easiest. Balancing full-time work, full-time school, and a new marriage has been one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. The first year of our marriage we barely saw each other, and when we did it was only through a pile of paperwork that needed to be studied. Tears were fairly common and exhaustion was constant.
This second year has been a little brighter, but I still felt the ever-ominous mounds of homework that called to me. It's been a time in my life where life kind of seemed absent. Almost every spare second that I haven't been at work or school, I've spent on tasks for school. It's been survival; it's been a way of life.
This past Wednesday I took the last final of my undergraduate career. I'm currently writing this with no obligation to do homework or really anything. My time is mine and my husband's now. I don't think I've fully come to terms with what that means, but I keep catching glimpses. And really what it looks like is freedom.