Sometimes I wish college never happened. That there were no memories from those 4 years. Kind of in the same way I wish I’d never been to Europe. If I’d never visited Paris, I wouldn’t think about it, dream about it, remember its smells and sites and feelings. Lately I’ve been missing college in the same way – the feeling of walking into class, the leaves in an Indiana autumn, having coffee with Jordan, staying up all night to write a paper…If all that had never happened, I wouldn’t miss them so much, long for them so much, crave it all so much.

I feel like I’ve lost my two best friends.