I sense another transition . . .

I had a terrible nightmare last night, very vivid. In retrospect it probably had a lot to do with a conversation I had with a friend over coffee, but anyways, I was back in Boston and had a handful of books and went to a cafe. There was a big table full of boisterous first years, and I was dressed in like baggy unattractive clothes, with all these books. I tried to talk them up , but there was no interest. So, I bid them all goodnight and gave some advice when asked where the best dancing was in town. Cue the sad music, and I started my long walk home. Wherein, I had a realization apparently that it made sense that no one wanted to get to know me, because I was leaving. I was on my way out- move over old lady! WE are Fletcher now! 


Yes, it was just a dream. And no, people will still care about me at Fletcher :-) However, the sad truth is that I am embarking on the final semester. Just a few more months and I will be in transition, again. I wonder when I will ever NOT be surprised that my body is way ahead of the game?!