When I first got to UM, I didn’t know what to think. I wasn’t sure how many friends I would make, how much fun I would have, how close I’d become with people. I didn’t realize that I would figure out for sure where I want to go with my life.
But the past three weeks have been the greatest of my life. I couldn’t have asked for anything to go better. I had the best roommate I could ask for, one who laughed with me at one a.m. over something as mundane as Pavlov’s dogs. I met some wonderful people and made some friends that I hope I will remain friends with. I don’t know about them, but I don’t care about distance.
I made it all through the closing ceremonies and the goodbye hugs without crying. I saw lots of other people crying and thought I would end up crying, but I didn’t. But then, I went into my dorm to get my bags and saw the note Amanda left me. It brought the biggest smile to my face, and as I slid it into my bag and headed downstairs to check out, that’s when it hit me: three weeks passed. Every late night talking about random stuff, ordering food, watching Tom do whatever it was Tom was doing (I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE ISSSSSSSS), it had all passed so much faster than I anticipated it would.
As I walked to my car, that’s when the tears started to come. I felt like I had just been ripped apart from my family. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels that way.
I miss Miami. I miss UM. I miss the comm. school. I miss everyone involved with the workshop.
But, I don’t miss Chartwells.
But I digress. We all need to plan some sort of reunion. And actually see it through, unlike the previous montage groups. Steve said we take the cake, so we must be legit.
P.S.- when I got home, I saw a droid commercial and was like STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEE