It happened after I took my last final. I drove home. I opened the door to my apartment. Then I set my backpack by the door where I always put it.
Then it hit me.
"What am I going to do with my backpack?"
It used to be such a race, get this done, finish that. Either work, a project, homework, exam, finals... something was always there.
Its just work. I'm so used to working 40+ hours a week, homework, school, everything...
Now I've got 6 hours of nothingness between work and sleep. And two whole days on the weekend.
What the hell am I going to do with myself?
Well I started reading a couple books during summer semester that I never finished. I think i'll finish those. There's also a video game I promised myself I would finish after I graduated.
Not bad I guess. Graduating in three and a half years, while working full time, and paying for college (mostly) by myself with no loans at all.
Not bad at all... but now what? I think I'll take a long overdue, and well deserved, nap.