A Year Later to the Date

I had just gotten home from work when my dad says
"I have news"
"What?"
"The neighbor whose dog killed Snoopy, their insurance made them get rid of their dogs, they no longer have them. Our neighbor Mike told me today."

A year to the date (tomorrow) when I was at my internship at exactly 8:45pm when I get that text from my dad
"snoopy was in an accident I don't think hes going to make it"

My heart sank, something told me when I saw him in the morning that same day, to hold him and give him hug before I go. I cant explain it. Sure enough when I read it, I knew he was not going to be with us the next day. It makes me sort of melancholy and sad knowing that tomorrow I will be looking at my watch reliving the events of that day. I vividly remember getting home a little after 10 and getting exactly half an hour of sleep before I had to wake up to go to work. It doesn't make me sad to read the blog I post 3 days later Click Here just makes me miss him a bit more.

One year later and we still have not replaced him, sure  we say we are ready for a new dog, but saying and doing are different things, and we still haven't taken the initiative to look.
He now sits in our living room next to his collar and picture. His collar even smells like him. Its pretty cool, but I can smell that it is no longer as strong and will probably over time fad.

My favorite Picture of him.

Oh! His Wittle paws!

Always in my heart, my baby, our family,

-Mina

Post College Week One

It has been about 8 days, since I finally graduated!

It felt unreal til about the actual day of, when we were rushing to leave to the commencement, shit we thought we were going to be late! We all did! I felt excited and did feel the "holy crap am I really here, Pinch me!" But alas Graduation came and went.
Grades were finally posted last Saturday! Now it feels official.
Post-graduation and university life, I feel excited at the possibilities of finally having a worthwhile summer with my best bud. At the same point I feel scared at, not that I have to work (I been working since I was 17) or what I am going to do (I see taking a: see-what-comes-as-it-happens approach is best for me, so I am not scared of that either.) I am merely just taking everything in, questioning who is worth my time, who am I really, and questioning my own beliefs and ways of thinking.
Funny that the stranger I talked too was right about how I am in a sorts of inner struggle with myself. At the moment when he was talking, I had no fucking clue what the fuck he was talking about, but it kinda sorta makes sense now, not entirely mind you, I am merely commenting as I see it unfold myself.

I accomplished what I wanted! I want to fight the world of ignorant people but I feel overwhelmed! There are ignorant people everywhere and it is just now that I realize I alone cannot do this. This article is kinda an eye-opener, depressing, view on life by a crazy psychopath who abuses the system. So screw you man!
 Against Adulthood But still makes you ponder.
The world around me is bigger than I thought, and yet I feel like I know the stranger I am meeting already. (it is hard to really explain what I am trying to say.)
I'll be 25 by years end, and the uncertainty of my life at this point, without having the cushioning of school, is exhilarating and scary. However I am ready to tackle what's next.

Support System (Check!)

Proud Parents(check!)

Self-accomplished (Check!)

Adult (Debatable)

DePaul Graduate, Questioning Life, Adult in Progress...

Mina~