On this date, in 2015, it was a bright and sunny Sunday morning. I was in Rocky Hill, with my boyfriend at the time, and I felt a deep sadness as the Uber drove away without him. He wasn’t allowed to stay on campus that week, since it was seniors only. I had no idea whether or not I would see him again, but you all know that story. I had to be back on campus for graduation that afternoon and my family was an hour away from New Haven. I didn’t need one more thing to worry about, on top of making sure not to trip during the ceremony. SPOILER ALERT – I tripped!
I wake up begging to go back to the college years, to my dorm room, to my routine. Really, I want the chance to go back and do it right. I was quiet, shy, and afraid of venturing out on my own in New Haven. I only really started going out by myself as a senior and even then my trips were limited. These last few years, I have felt so incredibly torn up inside. I want to be near my family, but at the same time I desperately want to be living in New Haven. I know I cannot have both, but someday I will have to choose.