There’s something bittersweet about walking across campus during the last week of the semester. The once busy Mac is quieter, dorm rooms start to empty, and everyone’s eyes are on the finish line, summer. This week, I started packing up my room, and it really hit me that another year is down.
I always forget how much stuff I collect during the school year. Clothes I barely wore, random notebooks, way too many shoes. The process of packing has turned into a weird sort of reflection. I find little reminders of memories scattered everywhere, a wristband from a concert we went to in September, notes from group projects, posters on my wall that I’ll carefully take down and save. It’s a mess, but it’s my mess, and it tells the story of the year.
Saying goodbye to people has been harder than I expected. I’m not great at goodbyes. Even though we always promise to FaceTime or meet up, it’s still tough knowing that we won’t bump into each other in the dining hall, at least not for a few months. My roommate and I stayed up talking last night about how fast this year flew by. It’s crazy how strangers become your 2am snack buddies and your go to people when everything feels overwhelming.
Before I leave, I’m trying to take care of all the boring but important stuff like returning books, clearing out my fridge, making sure I don’t leave my charger in some dark corner of my desk drawer. I’ve also been trying to think ahead to the fall semester like classes, housing, internships. But honestly? I’m tired. And I think that’s okay. This summer, I want to slow down, play games with my friends from home, and spend time with my family.
Leaving college for the summer isn’t just about packing and moving out, it’s about hitting pause, catching your breath, and coming back a little stronger. I’m not the same person I was when the semester started, and that’s something I’m proud of. Here’s to rest, growth, and whatever the summer has in store.
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