I almost cried over a patch of grass this morning.
It’s my last day of class at Appalachian State. Five years and my whole life have passed since then. That’s how it feels, anyway.
The patch of grass was where I was sitting when I sent my first tweet ever.
The bus chugging up the hill was the one that took me home after editing nights during my first attempt at senior year.
The women’s bathroom in Walker Hall was the place I hastily changed clothes before a million interviews for jobs I didn’t get — but not for the one I did.
Every slope and hill and pocket of this campus has a memory in it, and not all of them were good, but all of the good and bad piece together to make one thing:
I will miss it every day.