I wished the holidays didn't end- not because I was having too much fun, but simply because I need more time. More time to panic. More time to procrastinate. More time to panic about procrastinating (which I bet you I'll do as soon as this is over). More time to stress out, freak out, cry.
More time to contemplate on everything that I've done so far over these two years. Will everyone be satisfied? It seems like a stupid question to ask. Yet, at the same time, it has been this particular question, when applied to a certain number of people, that have pushed me to where I want to stand today, and in a few weeks time.