I did the math and realized I got a year until I write my last final exam of my undergrad.
That means I got a year left to “get my shit” together. I don’t even know what my shit is.
Last week, I attended my cousin’s UBC graduation and it’s surreal to know that I’d be up on a stage in one year, receiving my undergrad.
And yes, even though it’s my cousin’s graduation, I’m still an attention seeker and need to be in the middle of all the selfies. (My camera, my center, LOL).
All I know is that I’m powering through my last year and motivating myself to keep pushing. My mentality is, one more year, one more year, one more year…
I got one year left to save all the money I can possibly earn. I have on year left to gain more hospitality/tourism career experiences. I got one year left to figure out what I’m going to do in Wellington (banks, phones, rent, etc. etc.). I got one year left in Vancouver and one year left with everything and everyone I love in this city.
It’s slowly hitting me… slowly.