I hesitate to write this final blog, only because I know I still have so much more left to experience here in Philly. My time is not up, in contrast to the majority of MCPCers. I will be staying for spring semester.

Part of me is torn by feeling sadness as my friends, my roommates, my sense of “normalcy” will be out the window within a week or so and between feeling excitement for home, a break, and then a rush of newness that spring will bring.

I have so much to look forward to: old friends who are returning to this amazing city, I will hopefully have an internship with Urban Outfitters headquarters, and more than both of those things I will have a new opportunity to spread my little wings and grow, that ever awkward sense of awakening experience I dread and love at the same time. It is painfully beautiful.

With that said, I am sorry to say that I will miss my new friends. MCPC will never be quite the same without Jackie’s laughter, without Dan’s need for late night adventures, without Chrissy and Annie’s absurdities, without the peaceful love and encouragement of Laura, without Maria talking about her trip to Russia whenever the opportunity presents itself, and without Victoria well…asleep.

Things won’t be the same, but I’m not about to get sappy and sentimental about it. We’ve gone through some stuff together, and have been made stronger for it. I am eager to see what will happen to us all after this time together is over, and I am equally excited to see what next semester will bring. The time has come to end great things and begin again anew. C’est la vie.

Thank you for reading my ramblings and musings. You have been much too kind to do so.

with love,

Sarah

It’s almost over. It was below freezing yesterday. As I did the mad dash across Broad street to get to the cafeteria I thought to myself, “This may be the last time I risk my life like this.” And while that may be a bit of a relief, knowing that I won’t have to dart into moving traffic like that anymore, it also was a little sad. I mean, every time it happens, I’m laughing my head off, and then I just keep running all the way to J&H. It’s become a bit of a tradition. A tradition that will end shortly.

There are a lot of traditions that I won’t be able to uphold in a few weeks: getting lunch from the Tyler Art building, community gathering every Monday night, taking the subway into Center City for class every Tuesday Thursday, and plenty more I can’t even list.

We had our MCPC Christmas party this weekend. I wore my tacky sweater that my friends bought for me freshman year. Doug was commenting on it, and stated that he wished he had invested in a cheesy Christmas sweater before college started, as they come in handy. That is very true, I have had an opportunity to wear my sweater at least twice every holiday season, which is plenty to qualify an article of clothing as being necessary. I have shirts sitting in my dresser that I haven’t worn once all semester. That’s embarrassing actually.

So here are some highlights from the suare:

And with that, I will say, Ciao. One, because this is my last blog post during my last days in Philly. Two, because I am going to Italy next semester, and need to practice my Italian yesterday. It’s been a great run.