Another Ending.

I’ve always appreciated things in handfuls, never having been the live-in-the-moment kind of gal. I think that is why endings have always been hard for me. It’s only when I get to the end of something do I stop and reflect and feel sadness for what I am leaving behind and appreciate the time I’ve had, being the girl I’ve been for the past however long.

I am going to miss my dorm room. Those four walls have been where I have done my best thinking, had my best sleeps, shed my best tears and had the best 4ams.

I was thinking last night that I can’t imagine it belonging to anyone else next year. But it will; someone else will pen in their initials on the corkboard above the desk (the first letters of our names {+} will be there for years; I’ve had the best time with you), someone else will go to sleep on that mattress with their brain buzzing from thinking non-stop all day, someone else will sit in that blue chair for hours and produce amazing 4am essays.

This year has been an experience that I will never forget. I have grown up so much as a person and as a student and been inspired beyond belief. Though most of my year was filled with chaos and deadlines, I wouldn’t take it back for the world.

"Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.” –Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran

Here's to a summer filled with new beginnings, new adventures and lots (and lots and lots and lots) of sleep.