If you’ve been paying attention, then you know that I graduated this past may. That means that for the first time since I was literally a toddler after Labor Day, I won’t be sitting in a classroom. I have mixed feelings about this, most of it is sad I think. I don’t think I’ve truly come to terms with the fact that I won’t be moving back into the Merrimack Valley to wreak havoc with my friends.
Opening week at UML has always been my favorite week. There are no classes, non stop partying, rush events, free food wherever you turn, and I’m reunited with all my friends after 4 long months of not being in Lowell. Disaster usually strikes during opening week from friends falling into ditches, to Chinese buffets being closed due to kitchen fires, to falling off frat porches (while sober), but they are some of my best memories of being at UML. I’m going to miss it with all of my heart, but I know this is part of growing up.
I’m excited for my new future of adulting and no more homework of exams, but I’m sad not to be moving back into Lowell. I found a home in the Dirty L that I truly never thought I would find. I drive into the city and feel right at home, crossing the North Campus Bridge will always have me feeling some type of way. I know I’m always welcome, but I also know it’s never going to be the same. I spent four years making endless memories and countless friends and its crazy to think that that chapter in my life is over. Cheers to new chapters, new stories, and new memories. Cheesy, but true.
I’ll return to my regularly scheduled funny commentary soon I promise (whether you like it or not).