Berkeley saw me cry and laugh and break down and rise up and now, I’ve graduated. I think a lot about sophomore year Laura and how she thought that she’d never graduate. How every single walk home from pdp at 4am felt purposeless. Her resilient ass inspires me, and I’m so so proud of her.
But I was never alone. I wouldn’t be who I am today without the countless hearts that helped guide me along the way. I’m a product of the love of those around me. And I’m so grateful that I’ve been able to count on that during my hardest days.
I’ve officially started selling my soul to capitalism lol *laugh cries* aka I have a full time job as an Industrial Engineer. That seemed like a verryyy distant dream 2 years ago, and tbh sometimes I wonder if this is all real. I’m sitting in my unpacked apartment right now wondering what the hell I’m doing lol. The world is big and it can seem scary— especially because there isn’t really a “structure” anymore. Now it’s just me and all the endless possibilities out there, and although I’m scared, I’m also excited to see where I’ll be in a couple years.
Over the course of the past year, I’ve learned to truly live in the moment and appreciate all the beautiful, loving moments in life cause when it rains, it pours. I’ve been working on being more present and enjoying the small things in life, like phone calls with friends/family and a good ass cup of coffee and the sunshine in Seattle and those 2 minutes between work calls lmfaooo
In conclusion, here’s to doing the thing that seemed impossible. Here’s to the little brown girl from Mid City with dreams. Here’s to graduating from UC mfckng Berkeley 🥂💛💙🐻 @laauray