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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I’ve been packing up my house all morning. I’m graduating on Saturday and moving to Virginia on Sunday. And I just had a major breakdown.
I’ve been waiting for it to hit me.
These last four years have been the best years of my life.
I’m sure I’ve complained pretty much non-stop about the long hours and the little sleep and the cold weather and the smoking and drinking habits of my fellow PJs, but much to my disbelief, I think I secretly loved it all.
I’m extremely excited to start the new chapter of my life and my new job, and I can’t wait to get back to Virginia, but at the same time, I don’t want to leave. I love my Western PJs. They get on my nerves all the time, but I really love them all so much, and would do anything for any of them.
I am so thankful to have had them in my life, and I will give anything to be able to keep them in my life forever.
I wish I’d gotten closer to some of them and hung out more, stayed up later and partied harder, but then I guess I wouldn’t be where I am now.
I’m so thankful for everything that’s happened over the last four years, and for being able to come to Western. I love Western PJ.
I’m 100 percent sure that I’m going to lose it at the annual PJ picnic tomorrow night. I’m going to have to bring a box of tissues. I just can’t believe I’m going to have to say goodbye to everyone.
I’ve always said I hate Kentucky, but the truth is, whether I want to admit it or not, Kentucky has become my home.
I never thought I’d want to come back to Kentucky after I graduate, but I do hope that I can come back someday and visit the people and places that I’ve grown to love.
Here are some (yes, a lot, I know) pictures from some of my favorite memories from the last four years with my best PJ friends, and one from a story subject.