chapter fifty one

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The past week has been one big coffee induced blur.

We are two days away from the last day of the semester, three days away from the formal, five days away from graduation, and then my time here in Pullman will officially be over. 

We have the apartment through the rest of the month, but I promised my Nana that I would come back to Florida a little early to spend time with her before I fly up to New York to start my internship and summer classes, so I really only have two more weeks here with everyone. 

Two weeks seemed like a long time when I agreed to come home early, but the more I think about it, the more I realize how little time that actually is. The only thing keeping me from calling up my Nana and making up some excuse as to why I have to stay in Pullman for an extra week is the fact that I'm already planning on flying up to Chicago to be at the draft with Tristan and his family, and then he's going to fly back down to Florida with me to spend the week here before flying up to New York with me to help me get settled into my apartment. 

It's all happening so quickly, and I feel like I barely have time to breathe, let alone get done the million and one things that I have listed out on my final to-do list of the semester, but even when I do finally complete something on my list there's an odd sense of dread as I cross it off, because each time I do, I'm that much closer to leaving behind the life that I've built for myself here.

It's bittersweet, and I feel like I'm on an emotional roller coaster every time I think about it, because right after the near tears come whenever I think about leaving Pullman, a rush of excitement always follows when I remember that I'll be in New York in a month, finally living out my dream of going to NYU and experiencing life as a New Yorker. I want to walk the crazy streets on my way to class, and stop off late at night for a slice of pizza, and get lost in the city that never sleeps. And in a month I will.

Unfortunately, I have to survive the final few days of finals before I'm free, and I have drowned myself in so much coffee this week I'm practically vibrating in my seat at all times. But I can't stop, because even though I've managed to write four ten-page papers,  take three final exams, stay late to help out the editing staff put the final touches on the last newspaper issue of the semester, and still keep up with my shifts at the diner all within the past four days, I still have one final exam to worry about.

And even though I've been staying at his house most nights, Tristan and I haven't fallen asleep together in almost a week. He's been sticking with his on-season schedule and waking up for 6:00 AM weight room workouts and going to the practice gym to work on his defensive skills with his coach every night from 7:00 - 9:00 PM, but since I work almost every night and don't get off until nearly 10:00 PM, I don't have much of a choice but to stay up until 3:00 AM to study, so the amount of time we actually get to spend together is slim to none.

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