So, as always, something I did wrong. I didn’t stretch before playing frisbee. And tweaked my leg. Before an epic road trip. Fail-haber.
I’m on the road again. Or about to be. DC, NYC, Montreal, Maine, Boston, then Providence. And I can’t help but think that I’ve started to miss this place before I have even left. I went by the CLD office one last time today, my home away from home on campus at least, and had (potentially my last) meeting in the school of public health about my thesis (what do you call a thesis that is still a work in progress). I had a bit of fun as well, went paddle-boarding (pics coming at some point) with friends and had a pseudo-going away party. I didn’t actually start packing until after the party (which ended around 11:30) which was a bad decision since I am supposed to be at brunch in DC by 11 tomorrow. We’ll see if that happens. Hopefully it will. And now, instead of finishing packing and finding that ever so elusive sleep, I find myself at my computer, pondering. Unwilling to let that feeling go. Graduation is now almost a month ago. It has been over a month since I took my last exam. But I’m certainly not ready to leave this place. And although my departure has arrived, I don’t know if I will ever be ready to leave a place that felt like home my second day on campus.
Thankfully, a good friend of mine is much more gifted with words (side note, it is absolutely wonderful to have multiple friends that are gifted with words, because they can often speak what you are unable to articulate). http://www.dailytarheel.com/index.php/article/2012/04/col_0425
I have no idea when I fell in love with Chapel Hill. I do know that I am not a Tar Heel born, but I am now certainly a Tar Heel Bred. And when I die I’ll be a Tar Heel dead.
Hark the sound, and see you soon friends.