First and foremost, I miss you so much.
Walking around this ginormous campus is not comparable to the adventures we went on for hours, or missioning for food at 12 am. There are so many moments I wish I could experience with you. I miss just being able to yell down the hallway and see one of your lovely faces peer out from behind the multicolored doors.
FaceTime and Skype are really amazing, but they’re not the same. I love hearing your voices or snippets of the latest news at school, but I can’t help but still feel out of the loop. You all know which freshman or which new prof you’re talking about, but to me, it’s just a name. Don’t get me wrong, I’m honored that you think of me when you’re all reuniting and drinking, but it’s just hard to accept that you’re all making new memories and I’m still trying to find my place in a new school.
I compare everyone I meet to each of you. I want a friend that is funny, but can have life chats at 4 am with me and tell me when I’m being a complete idiot. I want a friend that will go downtown and shop for hours because I had a rough week and need some retail therapy, but also knows when to go to the library and study for midterms. I want someone who I can share my music and join a club with to get out of my comfort zone. I want a friend that lives so close to me but I hardly see, but when I do, we talk for hours and watch Netflix while eating junk food. I want a friend that takes care of me when I’m sick and is basically my second mom. I want a friend that will go to the gym with me, but also go get poutine and Jamaican patties now and then.
The funny thing is, I could find people who fit these criteria, but I’m afraid to. I don’t know if my nickname will have the same ring if it isn’t coming out from one of your mouths. Transferring schools has made me realize how lucky I am that we all still keep in touch.
When you ask me how I am, I usually say I’m doing really well. I love the campus, the lectures are interesting, and I’ve made a few friends. If I’m being honest though, a part of me wishes I had stayed. I know none of you would have let me stay at a school I wasn’t in love with, but I really wish I could have it all.
You will always be my second family, I really don’t see anyone competing with that. Throughout my time there, you were my people. We laughed, cried, and grew together. Thank you for teaching me so much about myself in the time we spent together, but I wish I could be experiencing the rest of my college career with you.
I really hope you are happy with how this year is going. Thank you for keeping in touch and reminding me that not everyone leaves. I miss your craziness.
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