Last final completed.

It's all coming to a close so quickly. I stop and look every once in a while, aware that this could be my last time walking on Douglass campus or taking the L bus or driving past Passion Puddle.

At home, this weekend, I drove and drove and drove along the too-familiar roads of Allendale, across the overpass in Ramsey, down the windy streets of Upper Saddle River. Watching everything. Conscious of time and firsts and lasts.

I want to slow everything down and speed it up. I want to lay on my futon at home and I want to read the Chronicle on his futon. I want it all.

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