Feels like Farewell
Wow. I didn't think this would happen.
I'm more or less all packed up and ready to move to Milwaukee, WI for med school (though, technically the med school's in a small suburb of Milwaukee called Wauwatosa). I'm not sure how I'm going to fit all my stuff (including bed and box spring) into the mini-van. Hopefully it will work.
I was going through my things, removing the old and bringing the new, and almost everything has some memory attached to it. It was so sad! It feels like I'm ripping Ann Arbor and all its associated memories out of me. I'm generally not the emotional type, I seldom cry or whatnot. But seeing my things - which to leave here and which to bring with me - it was kind of painful. Even some of my leftover food stuffs (like spices and oatmeal and whatnot) have some minor memories of my apartments past attached to them.
And now that I'm leaving, this feels like a real farewell. There were people I had wanted to see over the summer - that didn't happen. There were things I wanted to get done - that didn't happen either. And now on the cusp of leaving (in an hour or two), I feel tears well up in my eyes. I'm going to miss home, and Ann Arbor, and all the friends I made. Now I know why people cry and bawl at graduation. I guess it was just a bit delayed for me.
I'm more or less all packed up and ready to move to Milwaukee, WI for med school (though, technically the med school's in a small suburb of Milwaukee called Wauwatosa). I'm not sure how I'm going to fit all my stuff (including bed and box spring) into the mini-van. Hopefully it will work.
I was going through my things, removing the old and bringing the new, and almost everything has some memory attached to it. It was so sad! It feels like I'm ripping Ann Arbor and all its associated memories out of me. I'm generally not the emotional type, I seldom cry or whatnot. But seeing my things - which to leave here and which to bring with me - it was kind of painful. Even some of my leftover food stuffs (like spices and oatmeal and whatnot) have some minor memories of my apartments past attached to them.
And now that I'm leaving, this feels like a real farewell. There were people I had wanted to see over the summer - that didn't happen. There were things I wanted to get done - that didn't happen either. And now on the cusp of leaving (in an hour or two), I feel tears well up in my eyes. I'm going to miss home, and Ann Arbor, and all the friends I made. Now I know why people cry and bawl at graduation. I guess it was just a bit delayed for me.