As of yesterday, I an official college graduate. So exciting isn't it. It was exciting because I just finished me last two summer classes. I will never take summer classes again. Well, I won't say never, but I will try to not to take a summer class again unless that topic pertains to my degree and no more classes for fun.

I was just reading a friend's post and boy does he write long posts. I recommend you all to read his posts. He was talking about imagination and the future. I remember those days when my imagination ran wild. My brother shared in some of those wild times. When we were in Germany, we both were fans of Nancy Drew books and Hardy Boys books (you remember them). We used to think that we were them. We would act out the books with others and while playing hot wheels and micro machines (you remember those too). I definately do. I also imaged that I was the first girl pro baseball player, and that I was in the Olympics winning the gold medal. I also remember playing imaginary games outside with my brother. He was my best friend and is still my best friend. Those were the days. Sometimes, I wish I still had those young and carefree days. But I dont miss those days. I just miss those days when I did not have to worry about anything. But a part of growing up is getting more responsibilities and getting more worries. 

One of my worries is about this move. Will I be able to find a job there? Will I like it? Will I find friends?