"in conclusion..." is a bad way to start a conclusion

looks like it's time for a year-end review of... the year. oddly enough, this year did not feel like a single year for me -- more like a decade. i skimmed through my earlier posts this year to jog my memory about who i was back then. time machine!

turns out i graduated this year; i had completely forgotten that was this year. it seemed like so long ago that i was crowing about taking Courtship in Literature and how funny that would be (don't and it wasn't) and how cool Opera is (don't settle for less). it seemed like 3 years ago that i was sitting up in the student centre of UTSC watching AD, when it was only 10 months ago. when undergrad ended, a lot of other things ended at around the same time: school, service, love, life and some other stuff; it was all very conclusive in that "hmm, my world is ending" sort of way.

the summer was one of renewal. old responsibilities were shed. it was vivifying. my steps were quicker, the laughs were longer, the sun shone a little bit brighter and i came as close to the joy of becoming a parent as i possibly could without actually wrangling up a shiny rock and a dance partner. it was my summer of rest (take THAT income tax!) and i got to enjoy being who God was molding me into, and see what He was doing not too far from here.

and now i'm on the doorstep to the rest of my life, having delayed stepping into the real world for a few more months so that i can sit in the OISE library and watch AD. lots of things have happened. lots of things are happening. lots of things will happen. this denouement to my school life is fast becoming the prologue to the next book.