May 15, 2015.
One.
One last night.
As I sit here, a little less than 12 hours from graduation I
think back on all of my last nights in the places I’ve been and the places I’ve
loved. I think about my last night on Block Island, my bags are packed, my bed
is full of sand from a week of unwashed beach feet, and the air feels almost
still. I think about my last night at summer camp, the cabin somehow a disaster
of dirty clothes and people staying up way too late to have last minute midnight
heart to hearts. I think about my last night in Haiti, the smell of bleach, the
heat thick in the air, the stars illuminating the dark of night. I think back
on all of the last nights I’ve had in the places I’ve loved and how each and
every one of them, different as they may be, are all full of tears. And tonight
as I face my last, last night at Gordon, my last night as a college student, my
last night sleeping in my bed here, I find my eyes filling with tears
continually, unceasingly. I guess that’s just the mark of good memories, of
years filled with love, of a place that I’ve called home. With every tear that falls
I’m reminded of all of the joy I’ve experienced here, and all of the love I’ve
felt here.
I graduate college in just about 12 hours, and I can’t even
find the words to describe the heaviness of my heart that comes from leaving a
place that feels like home and saying goodbye to the people that I love so
much.
All I can say now is thank you, for the joys and the pains,
the heartache and the triumph, the loss and the love – for making Gordon home.
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