Bittersweet Moment

Maybe I am making this harder than it needs to be but; this is the part that I hate the most. The separation of Spring and Fall. That time of the year has come again when we are done with classes and it’s time to return home. As much as I truly miss home I sometimes don’t want to go back because this place has sort of become my home for the past two years. It seems like it gets harder each year because of the friendships that we create out here. I’m definitely going to miss: My roommates, the black man, the creep, my half-Nigerian, and last but not least my spring time. It’s been real and you all have grown to have a little piece of my heart that I do like to share. This is a true bittersweet moment- but I will see you all sooner than later.