So Long, Farewell, See You in the Fall

Finally, the semester is over and summer has begun.  Nevermind that it is not technically summer yet, IU and I talked and we decided, screw Poor Richard and his Almanac, it's summer.

Unlike the end of the fall semester, though, I moved out of my dorm for good yesterday.  Closing the door on my empty dorm room was as exciting as opening it last fall.  It meant that I was starting something new, moving on, moving out, and moving up to new, better, exciting things.

Still, a small measure of poignancy did not escape the move.  

Moving out of Forest A Tower meant more than just leaving a tiny, tiny room behind.  I left my the best roommate a gal could have (shout out to Laura Miller y'all).  I was so lucky to have a roommate who was super lenient as far as my messes go, and genuinely cared about me.  She brought me homemade chicken soup when I was sick, and made me go out when I was being a stressed-out, self-indulgent shut-in.  Even if I didn't like her as much as I do, it would still feel weird that we're not living together next year.  Your roommate freshman year is the person you experience one of the biggest transitions of your life with.  No matter what, they leave their mark on you.  

I also left my floormates behind.  Next year I can't wander into the lounge at 2 in the morning and find people hanging out and playing Super Smash Brothers. No more mass trips to Landes at Read, or the C-Store at Willkie.  And while I will still have a special place in my heart for all of my floormates, I might not get to see some of them ever again.  This was especially frustrating when people moved out without saying goodbye. I'm a sucker for a good goodbye, and noticing that people were just gone rubbed me the wrong way.

I'm moving off-campus, too, which means no more floor meetings or dorm events.  No more Forest Flyer alerting me to hot gossip and happenings around my dorm.  No more ready-made event calendar for me.

And while I am happy with where I'm living next year and what I'll be doing, a part of me is going to miss my floor a lot.

Forest 4A, or "foret" in French, you are great.  I'm going to miss you all. Even the guys that I never actually met and made awkward eye contact with sometimes in the hall.  I'm going to miss our weird conversations and movies in the lounge.  Our bathroom smalltalk and singing in the shower together.  Going to shows, going to dinner, going to the room down the hall for nothing in particular.

Don't worry though, you can still expect me to visit every once in a while, as long as you'll have me.

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