It’s probably obvious by now that I can’t wait for summer to be over. As much as I love wearing dresses, having to hide from the sun and feeling hot all the time gets old really fast. Though Melbourne weather is generally pretty terrible, with extremely hot summers, there’s one thing I usually hate about it that actually ends up working in my favour: how unreliable it is.
My university graduation was this time last year. It should have taken me six semesters to finish my course, but I ended up needing ten. They were the toughest and most rewarding five years of my life and that’s probably why graduation day meant so much to me. I’ve wanted to write about it ever since it happened, because the feelings I experienced that day were unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but I just haven’t found a way to do them justice. I still don’t think I can, at least not in the manner they deserve, but in honour of my graduation anniversary in two days, I figured I should try to put at least some of those feelings into words.