I Miss Oswego

I miss the smell my room had the very first night I stayed in Hart Hall. I miss waking up and going to the dining hall for the first time with Sara and all the new students. I miss seeing the lake. I miss the lighting and warmth of an end of august sunset. I miss walking to Bevs and getting a sugar high from slurpees. I miss the Hart Hall decorations and everyone who did them. I miss discovering new people and places. I miss the very first open mic night in the quad with bubbles and string lights. I miss movie nights with Susanne, Karen and Cheng.

I miss the pre-game parties in Nadia or Naomi‘s room. I miss playing 21 and running to get the bus to go to Old City. I miss getting drunk and coming back to Hart happy and loud. I miss staying hours at the front desk laughing and talking with new friends. I miss the leaves changing colors. I miss the Apple cider and going apple picking in Naomi’s farm. I miss being able to sit near the lake and listening to the waves crash and the wind blowing through the leaves. I miss the long night talks with Tisaru. I miss going to open mic and old city or hurricane's every Thursday night. I miss all the holiday decorations. 

I don't miss being rejected, heartbroken, booty called or all the stupid fights but I miss dancing and singing at mug night.  I miss having butterflies and being too anxious to eat. I miss asking to be kissed. I miss the parties in the Village and meeting new friends and playing beer pong. I miss the night rides to get something to eat and drink. I miss the night walks to Lakeside. I miss the ice cream. I miss the basketball games. I miss watching Friends without a worry in the world. I fucking miss Oswego and Every. Single. Person I met during the year.