As this semester has continued on, rather quickly I might add, one thing always remains in the back of my mind: this is my last real semester of college. I graduate in a couple of months. This chapter of my life is ending, and soon.
I say this every semester, but this semester has truly flown by without me noticing. I’ve been tied up in so many things that I haven’t really had much down time, and definitely haven’t had enough time to do everything I want to.
I can’t hide that tiny bit of sadness, though, that stays with me all the time now. I know what it is. It’s my mind preparing itself to leave this place that I’ve called home for the last four years (and will for the rest of my life). That doesn’t make it any easier, though, being able to pinpoint the cause. I still can’t change what’s going to happen soon!
Of course, I know the next step is necessary and I’m ready, but a part of my heart will always be stuck in this wonderful city.
I remember all the way back to elementary school, telling everyone I knew that I was going to go to this school one day. I really didn’t even know why. Still, something always pulled me this way.
In high school, when I toured this school, I knew in an instant that I would be happier than I could imagine here. It just felt right. And it was so beautiful. The people there had so much spirit all of the time, and it drew me in instantly. I wanted to be a part of whatever that magic was.
The summer before, talking with my friends about how excited we were to go off to college and live in dorms and be away from our parents. I was going to live with one of my friends from high school, who was really the only person I knew well that was also going to this school.
Her and I, four years later, are still roommates and I laugh at people when they say not to room with your friends. Sometimes it does work out.
My first semester at this school was as shaky as you can imagine freshman year being, but I’m so unbelievably happy that I stuck it out.
I met so many great friends that I don’t ever want to lose touch with and I’ve made so many memories that it’s unbelievable. Some of them are bad, really bad, but I think the amount of good ones I have even that out. And I don’t regret any of it, because I learned so, so much from all of it.
There were so many late, late nights and random adventures. So many football-Saturdays when the entire day was dedicated to the game. I remember the times our football team beat the odds and surprised even us students with what they could do. The celebrations that came out of that were wild, and unforgettable.
This was the place where I thought I knew what I was doing with my life, and then changed my mind half a dozen times before finally landing on the thing that felt right: teaching.
I learned how to ace an interview here and write killer resumes and cover letters, plus it’s the place that sparked my passion for blogging. People here are fearless in chasing their dreams, and I’ve seen so many of them achieve what they dreamed. It inspired me and still does today.
I even went on an adventure to the other side of the world because of this school. And that changed my life.
This place is where I lost and found my faith, and I will forever be grateful for that rollercoaster.
Most importantly, this is the place where I realized I was a little boy-crazy, finally stopped trying so hard, and unexpectedly fell in love with the guy I’m going to marry one day. God works in crazy ways.
Sometimes, I get the urge to go back in time and relive all of those memories with all those wonderful people. And it’s fun for a while. But it doesn’t beat the present. I never knew I would end up here, but I’m eternally grateful that I did.
If you get the chance to go away for school, do it. It will be the best four (or five or three or ten) years of your life. It will show you how to grow up, even if it has to drag you through it all.
So, Michigan State University, I will miss you. More than I ever knew I could miss something. This next step is terrifying and there are so many unknowns, but I’ve already been through all of that before, and I’m not worried about doing it all again. Because now, I know I can.
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