All around me, there are rooms slowly being emptied as everyone moves out for the summer. Right now, I’m sitting on my bed in my empty room. My roommate checked out an hour ago and my checkout time is in about 20 minutes. Save for my backpack, nothing in here is mine anymore.
It’s difficult to convey what I want to say. I don’t even know where to start. I could talk about my roommate and how he basically gave me a single by getting a girlfriend early last semester. Or I could write about the struggles of living in the furthest possible room from the guy’s bathroom. Maybe I could mention always hearing the ding of the elevator at all hours of the day. Or all of the memories I made here. Just so many memories.
I don’t know. There’s just too much to say…… or maybe I don’t need to say that much. Yeah, I don’t need to say much.
All I need to say is that I loved living in this room.
Goodbye, T/P 306.