The Good-Bye Letter

I love this school. I always wanted to be here. And now I'm about to finish.



I sit at the lobby of my school, looking at the ceiling and observing the people passing by. Some of them are eating a homemade sandwich, some of them reach their noses close to their phones. I see people holding paper cups with the familiar design from our local cafe, drinking the filter coffee I used to enjoy with my classmates before the start our hours long lasting lectures. Foreign students are discussing something between themselves and I'm fascinated about the fact how something I once truly dreamed of has suddenly completed, it came to an end. 
It's the first week of January and the ceiling made of glass is covered with snow. Past 15 and half years of my life I have been carrying the status of a "student". And I have this thought in my mind that shakes me inside - Am I a real grown up now, ready to enter to the world of adulthood?
Or is this simply continuation of time, where we are never quite sure about the true nature of our highest possibilities and what will happen next.

Exiting times.

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