And then it was over, so suddenly, so abruptly; that I am sitting in my room trying to put it all together, with a sense of both excitement and loss. I have just graduated, had a very nice lunch, drunk a bottle of Burgundy with my living group members and I have said a hundred good-byes, and now it is over. Finished, complete....
Last night we had dinner at The Four Seasons which is one of Boston's top hotels. The food was nice but the camaraderie was spectacular. The AMP program could just as easily be labeled the program to turn strangers from different countries, different cultures and different religions into life long friends. We returned to the school and the participants had organised a DJ and with-it another impromptu Karaoke night back at McArthur Hall.I truly hope my version of Willie Nelson's "One the Road Again" was better than Mike the German's rendition of "Almost heaven".
Friday we had the final two final lectures and then it was off to graduation which was conducted in military like fashion and wrapped up in around one hour. They say that nothing that happens on AMP happens by accident and I belive that. So I miss home but am sad to leave Boston, I have loved being here, but I have had enough, I've enjoyed learning, but I need to work. I have made life long friends with my colleagues but I am sick of them. I crave a life more normal, I want to apply what I have learned. Anyone that hasn't done a program like this just wouldn't understand (and I am not trying to be smart or elitest).
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