Warning: The following posting contains severe traces of sentimentalism. Reader discretion is advised.
My time at UWO has officially come to a close.
I had been avoiding even talking about leaving London for months. I also proved to be quite skillful at avoiding saying goodbye to people. Let’s just say, if procrastination were my job, I would’ve gotten a raise.
Even though I tried to avoid thinking about it all, my body was a constant reminder. For the days leading up to my departure my stomach was in knots, and I had so much nervous energy I felt sick. It’s not even that I’m nervous about going somewhere new, but I guess the anticipation of leaving my friends behind was making me pretty anxious.
My brain was like “oh hey Grace, you should probably get ready to say goodbye,” and I was like “la la la.” So, to get my attention my body slapped me in the face. Awesome.
Even though I couldn’t sleep and I felt sick, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Now you’re probably thinking “uh Grace, that’s weird.” Don’t get me wrong — I’m no masochist. I hate being sick as much as the next guy, but if I hadn’t been sad about leaving, it would’ve meant I wasn’t leaving anything special behind.
I have had the most amazing past four years. When I reflect on them, I only have hilarious, good memories. I’m not exaggerating when I say I can’t think of anything bad. There’s Saugeen in first year, March Madness, late night DQ runs, drinking tea, the Master Plan, Gazette shenanigans, purple pride, Ceeps, shopping downtown, fondue for two, Christmas in October, Rupal, dance parties, and non-stop laughing. Not to mention ridiculous amounts of food.
My friends are actually the best. They are the most hilarious, fun, caring, talented people, and I am so happy and grateful that I know them. I know that there’s no way I could count my blessings. There’s far too many, and it would be out of my mathematical league (and yes, I passed calculus in high school.)
C.S. Lewis once said: “The pain I feel now is the happiness I felt before.” First of all, C.S. Lewis is a genius. This pretty much sums up everything I feel about leaving Western. Yeah, it hurts now, but it’s so worth it. My experiences at Western have been amazing, and even though the circumstances are changing, I’m counting on these friendships to last.
I had, as the Black Eyed Peas would say, the time of my life. (WOO DANCE PARTY!)
Good times UWO. It was epic.