It's about to get nostalgic up in here.

       I sit here, finding it very difficult to write this entry without getting a little teary-eyed. On Friday, I moved out of residence and didn't really have time to say good-bye to anyone. Which I regret, because I wish I could have gone around and hugged every single one of you. (Even you, mean caf lady.) Though I'll be there in September, the experience will be very different, and not just because I'll be writing up the drunk kids instead of being one of them.

     I guess it's easiest to start at the beginning, and I have to say that those first few weeks in residence were probably one of the most exciting times in my short 18 years on earth. It was the first time I was completely on my own, and it was freeing and frightening all at the same time. But, it was comforting to know that everyone around me was in the same boat, and in those first couple of weeks, we certainly took advantage of our new found freedom. We danced, we laughed and we drank way too much. (Not to sound like an overplayed Macklemore song.)

      I settled well into my new (somewhat) adult life, and I was lucky enough to have met some awesome people along the way. Every experience this year was truly unforgettable, and I know, that sounds incredibly cheesy, but it's a sappy memories blog, what do you expect? And I really just want to thank everyone for making it this year one of the most phenomenal.

  Thanks to everyone I danced with, took too many shots with, watch ridiculous amounts of movies with, and most importantly, laughed with... and I'd like to formally thank the girl from the stairwell who clothed me on Halloween weekend, I never got to do that.

    Next year just won't be the same without you all.

Okay, I'm done being touchy-feely. Carry on.

Just A Thought.