I’ve had a tough time coming to grips with the thought of what my life will look like without dance. I’m feeling the void as I write these words—next week, I won’t have any obligations after my classes end. All the free evenings I longed for at the beginning of the season are here—and they’re just downright lonely. As I maneuver this new chapter and find other activities that make me just as happy as dancing did—I find myself continually reflecting on the past.

Here is a Vlog I threw together for the last time I’d ever dance at a competition—ever. It’s all (very limited) iPhone footage, and I edited it on the charter bus from Daytona to Chapel Hill. But, truly, even the fanciest camera, editing suites and perfect amount of footage would never be able capture what this week—this whole journey—means to me.