|Saying goodbye to my father |
before departing for Cambridge.
Yes, Cambridge was the right place for me. And now, I'm so sad to leave. In my three terms here, I managed to accomplish most of the goals I set out for myself. I made an incredible set of friends, I met some extraordinarily interesting people, I passed my degree, I made it to every college's formal hall, and I even scored tickets to four May Balls. But more than any of those things individually, I made this place my home, a notion that had been noticeably absent in my life for the year preceding my matriculation. Cambridge truly is a special place, with its academic gowns and eccentric traditions, its ancient buildings and illustrious alumni, its weeping willows and, of course, its wandering cows. I wouldn't have traded this experience for anything.
And now, here I am, on the eve of my graduation, my time coming to an end. So what's next for me? Well, to be frank, I'm not sure. In the immediate future, I'm going to spend the summer traveling, consulting with a few startups, and trying to figure things out. I'm not sure where life will take me next, but I am sure that I'm not one to accept anything short of something that I'm passionate about. So stay tuned. I promise you'll know (almost) as soon as I do.