It's funny, I was so ready to be done with college when it ended, but whenever August comes around, I feel this pang of wishing I were shopping for folders and bedding and posters and planning for roommates and classes and all of that. I miss that excitement and anticipation of a new school year and new teachers and new things to be learned. All this knowledge lying in front of me, and no expectations. At that point, I wasn't sure what I'd do or where I'd go or what I'd become. The sky was the limit.
Not much has changed, in truth. I still don't know what I'll do or where I'll go or what I'll become, I guess, although now I do all my imagining with two kids and a husband in tow.
I do miss those new folders, though.