It’s 1:24 am and I’m currently waiting for my food to be delivered. Im watching the Cosby Show and sitting alone in my room. My floor is quiet. Which is unusual. I miss the noise on my floor. I miss having to tell people “it’s quiet hours”. Basically. I miss having people around. I’m going to miss the people at MUB, my staff, my boss, my comfort zone, and especially my room. If these walls could talk, they would have so much to say. In this room, I was awoken by my RA friends on the night I turned 21 years old. I blew out my candles in this room (shhh. we tried really hard to not make the fire detectors go off). In this room, we had late night study sessions, took naps while others had papers to write. In this room, I saw the sun rise over the Chicago Skyline, saw the Snowmageddon of 2011, or thunderstorms of May. In this room, I had my ups and downs, my nights of struggles, nights of endless IR writing or girl time with my MUB girls. From tears to endless laughs. If the walls could talk, they would have so much to say.
I will miss MUB so much and will always have my heart. I know this is a change I need to grow into the person I want to be by the time I graduate. A year from today, I will walking and accepting my degree in Psychology and Spanish. I hope that I can accomplish the things I want by then.
Its in my control right? I’m destined for greatness and I will not settle for nothing less.
