This is a picture of the hallway in the Newberry Hallway that leads to Ruggles Hall, the room where I’ll be married.  

It’s kind of weird to think that this is the last place I’ll be before I’m married.  

It’s the last door that I’ll walk through, or room I’ll enter.

It’s the last place my dad and I will talk?  Be silent?  Laugh?  I’m not sure what the moment will be like.

It’s such a physical, literal symbol of the closing of one chapter, and the beginning of another.

It’s the end.

And it’s the beginning.