Being in London is amazing, of course — I’d be wrong to deny it — but this place right here? This place? I miss this place so much that it physically hurts.
Last fall it suddenly snowed through a single night, and just like that, we all woke up to see all of campus under a blanket of white, even though October hadn’t ended yet.
This kind of magic happens on campus all the time. One day when you’re least expecting to be amazed by anything, you walk outside — no one’s there, everything’s quiet, everything’s suddenly different and beautiful, and you’re eight years old again.
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I’m going through last year’s photos of campus with “Miss Atomic Bomb” by The Killers on repeat, giving my helpless nostalgia an absolutely, painfully gorgeous soundtrack. Why do I do this to myself? Why.
“You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”