The snow has finally melted, the trees are beginning to bloom and people are actually wearing shorts to class. Spring has arrived and all that comes with it. In all the classic books and movies, spring is a sign of beginnings. The dead season has come and gone and everything is starting over. The seniors are getting ready to leave, sophomores are going abroad, and the freshmen are doing everything in their power not to go home. We’re all about to experience new things just when we were getting comfortable with the ways things are now. I’ve always been pretty accepting of change. Whether it was becoming an only child when my sister left for college or moving out of state when I left for college, I’ve never really had a problem adapting to the change. It’s always seemed exciting; however, this spring has seemed eerie to me. It became too warm too fast, and I don’t think I’m ready for this year to end.
I now know where I will live in the fall and it has just hit me that my roommate and I will no longer be living together because of two bad lottery numbers. Although I am so excited to live with my other friend next year, I can’t help but be a little nostalgic looking back on the first day I met my roommate. We sat on the floor of room 415; eating goldfish and drinking orange juice (the only thing stocked in our fridge at the time), and talked. I was surprised to see how easily our conversation flowed. She was my first friend here and thinking about us packing our room up and making it look like it did before our existence makes me terribly sad. Shorney 415 will always be the place where Celeste and I have gone from strangers to friends. It’s not just Shorney 415 that will be missed, it’s the whole fourth floor. The fourth floor has been where I met my other four best friends too. In a way the fourth floor has created this home for me and these girls have become my family for the year. It’s hard to think that I will, once again, be packing up and leaving this family to go home to the family I left in the fall.
Freshmen year has come and gone and since spring has arrived, so has the beginning of the transition home. And although I’m scared to leave the fourth floor and the family I’ve made here at Denison, I know that nothing will change among us in the next three months. Like how nothing has changed among my family at home in the past nine months because ultimately, family is family, and no distance or time will ever change that. So bring on the new beginnings spring, because no matter what happens in the next three months, I know I will be back in Granville, with my second family come fall.