Weird
So I walked out of Old Main last night and it was the weirdest feeling. It was my last night at The Star. I was walking away from something I really loved, and I realized that I had a large emotional connection to the paper. As I sat in my bed watching Sportscenter at 3 in the morning drinking a beer, I felt empty, like something had been taken away from me. I know it's time to move on, but I feel that pull and it's impossible to ignore. I have had this feeling of sadness and nervousness follow me around all day.