Falling with Style

Here we stand atop a cliff. We look down and see no end to the drop. The scary part is that we all know we are going to jump. What's even scarier is we don't know where we'll land. We spent four years racing toward the edge as fast as we could, but it still caught us all off guard somehow. Now we are stopped, fearing the inevitable fall into fate. We join hands and hold on as long as we can, but time is going to provide the necessary push to send us on our way.

We look into each other's eyes and say our goodbyes. It's time to go. We shed our final tears and we leave. We leave everything on that cliff and plunge head first into our new homes. And we hope that we survive the fall. And we hope that the valleys below are prettier than the fields we used to play in. And we hope that we don't lose hope.