Blog: Where'd All the Time Go?

There’s a moment no one really prepares you for—the one where you look up and realize it’s all almost over.

The Friday night football games.
The late-night drives with your friends, music blasting through open windows.
The classes you used to dread.
Even the comfort of knowing exactly what hallway you’ll be in at 10:15 on a Tuesday morning.

I keep finding myself asking: When did it all change?
When did we stop being kids sneaking snacks in class and start talking about jobs, college applications, and everything that suddenly feels way too grown-up?

And now, everything familiar feels like it’s quietly slipping through my fingers.
It’s not just about growing up—it’s about leaving behind an entire world I’ve always known. The inside jokes. The worn-down desks. The friends you saw every day without even planning to.
There’s this quiet kind of panic beneath the surface, like I’m grieving something before it’s even fully gone.

I catch myself walking through the halls and memorizing them—trying to hold onto the shape of a place that won’t belong to me much longer.

It’s terrifying, honestly.
Saying goodbye to a version of life that felt like forever, even though deep down, I always knew it wasn’t.

So now, I’m holding on a little tighter.
To the laughter echoing in the hallways.
To the spontaneous plans that turned into core memories.
To the teachers who saw something in me before I ever did.

Every day feels a little heavier now—like it’s carrying the weight of a thousand little goodbyes.

I find myself romanticizing even the most ordinary moments: standing in line for lunch, walking to my car, zoning out in class.
Because now I know—they’re numbered.
And when something has an ending, you start to see the beauty in its middle.

We spent so long waiting for this moment—the cap and gown, the ceremony, the so-called “real world.”
But now that it’s here, part of me just wants to rewind.
One more hallway conversation.
One more night drive with nowhere to go.
One more version of us before everything shifts.

But I guess that’s the thing about time—it keeps moving, even when you’re not ready.