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In Texas we joke, “If you don’t like the weather, wait an hour.” But that is a popular saying in Indiana as well. I can’t believe that yesterday it was balmy and warm, and today I’m brushing snowflakes from my eyelashes. This area never ceases to amuse and baffle me. The turn of weather and unrelenting wind only adds to the strange atmosphere on campus—a place where I literally could not figure out how to get to one of my classes yesterday. I went to the library this morning and headed up to the fourth floor, where I can usually look out of the windows and over the balcony to a beautifully laid out campus. This is the first time I’d been up there in awhile, and my view was quite different than usual. I’ve seen the construction on campus; I’ve complained and wondered with everybody else, but seeing it from a bird’s eye was a new experience. I looked out at all the places I’ve become familiar with in the last four years, and I felt sad to see it so changed, to know that in a year or two years, this place will look and feel familiar to someone else. A new group of students will keep coming in and making friends and starting traditions and making this place their own. I’ve always looked forward to graduation and getting out of here—not because I hate Valpo or don’t appreciate my friends or experiences, but I’ve always been eager for the next step. I’m far from home and want to get back to my family. I’m engaged and looking forward to marriage and kids and dogs. But I feel faced with my own mortality today. This is the end of part of my life, and yes, the beginning of another—but I will miss the comfort and familiarity of this town with its own quiet personality. I will miss becoming someone new here.
In Texas we joke, “If you don’t like the weather, wait an hour.” But that is a popular saying in Indiana as well. I can’t believe that yesterday it was balmy and warm, and today I’m brushing snowflakes from my eyelashes. This area never ceases to amuse and baffle me. The turn of weather and unrelenting wind only adds to the strange atmosphere on campus—a place where I literally could not figure out how to get to one of my classes yesterday. I went to the library this morning and headed up to the fourth floor, where I can usually look out of the windows and over the balcony to a beautifully laid out campus. This is the first time I’d been up there in awhile, and my view was quite different than usual. I’ve seen the construction on campus; I’ve complained and wondered with everybody else, but seeing it from a bird’s eye was a new experience. I looked out at all the places I’ve become familiar with in the last four years, and I felt sad to see it so changed, to know that in a year or two years, this place will look and feel familiar to someone else. A new group of students will keep coming in and making friends and starting traditions and making this place their own. I’ve always looked forward to graduation and getting out of here—not because I hate Valpo or don’t appreciate my friends or experiences, but I’ve always been eager for the next step. I’m far from home and want to get back to my family. I’m engaged and looking forward to marriage and kids and dogs. But I feel faced with my own mortality today. This is the end of part of my life, and yes, the beginning of another—but I will miss the comfort and familiarity of this town with its own quiet personality. I will miss becoming someone new here.
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