I’ve never been good at goodbyes. I prefer to put off the inevitable, terrifying feeling that I will never see someone, or experience something again.
This week I was forced to say goodbye more times than I can count. I had to say goodbye to familiar classes, favorite professors, best friends, and a very special room.
In the beginning, B305 wasn’t that special to me. It was simply the room that I would live in my freshman year of college. This room was decorated with yellow, pink, grey, and white. It was always organized. It was just a room.
I didn’t realize until recently exactly what this room meant to me.
B305 is more than just a dorm room in Woodland Glen 3. This room holds nearly every memory (good and bad) from my freshman year of college.
This was the room where I got to live with my best friend for the very first time. B305 was the room where blood, sweat, and tears were shed over CLA 191 and ACC 201. This was the room that housed seven college students at all hours of the day and night. This dorm room has heard its fair share of rants, laughter, and sarcastic comments. Group naps and cuddle puddles became a thing in this room. This was the room where Adrienne and I cried over boys, our futures, and being forced to make big decisions. B305 was the room where a very special first kiss occurred; and where “I love you” was said for the first time.
B305 was the room where I got the opportunity to be an adult for the first time. This room taught me how to keep things clean, how to wash the dishes on a regular basis, how to take care of myself physically, mentally, and emotionally, and how to achieve whatever I set my mind to achieve.
Today I didn’t just say goodbye to a dorm room. I said goodbye to the room that is partially responsible for making me who I am over the past nine months. When I look back on the girl who walked into B305 for the first time, I barely recognize her. I’ve grown and changed more than I ever thought was possible. I said goodbye to the long nights, the convenience of having my best friends in the bedroom next to me and one flight of stairs away. I said goodbye to the nights spent cooking in the kitchen. I said goodbye to a parking spot in K lot. I said goodbye to the creaky elevators. I said goodbye to the nights spent in room 419 planning our futures and trying to figure out a way to buy a 4.5 million dollar home. I said goodbye to dorm life, freshman year, UK, and the city of Lexington for four months.
I will always have the memories. I will always look back on this year and wish for it back. But I am so thankful that I was given the opportunity to experience this year, with the people I love, in this room. I wouldn’t trade the experiences, the laughter and the tears, for anything in the world.
Goodbye B305, I’ll be thinking about you. I hope you’re as good to the next two girls as you were to Adrienne and me.
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