I truly cannot believe that the semester is done. On Wednesday, I went to my microbiology lecture in person for the first and last time. Going in made me excited for the upcoming academic year because we’ll finally be able to go back to some normalcy. I definitely felt myself learning more because I was physically in the space and not staring at a lecture from a computer screen. I’m excited for the new beginning.
This weekend, I plan on packing up some of the things I know I won’t end up using during my last week here. I was thinking of taking down my posters and photos on my wall. I know I should since I don’t need them up there anyways. But I feel too emotionally attached to take them down. Because if I take them down, it means the end is really happening. I can’t even think of moving out in exactly a week from today. Though I complain about Midtown all the time, it truly is a space I’ve learned to call home. I vividly remember finding out that I was going to stay in a hotel for my first year. I remember moving into the space, struggling to find out where the entrance for move-in was. Then, the hassle of unpacking and figuring out where all my stuff can fit feels like it was just yesterday.
Of the Midtown staff, I’ll most definitely miss Mark the most. He’d greet everyone with a welcoming smile and ask about how their day has been going because he genuinely wants to know. I’d check for letters from Noah every day and 9/10 times there would be none. Mark would feel bad every single time and tell me to keep my head up because they were coming for sure. He even offered to keep an eye out for them and would slip them under my door if they came.
To say I’m spending my last weekend of my first year is crazy. I’m still processing the fact that this year is over but I’m looking forward to the new change ahead of me.
