We are leaving forever.
I might cry.
Last night we took a midnight walk down memory lane.
We walked past Helaman Halls, my very first encounter with BYU and my first home away from home. We passed the Richards Building, the Smith Fieldhouse, the MARB and the Widtsoe, where I attended hundreds of lectures and learned thousands of things. We passed the library where, more than once, I stayed until the music played, studying for some pivotal exam that now seems so distant and unimportant. And the Testing Center, which was so foreboding before yet now seems a little comical and definitely not menacing. We passed the JKB, my favorite building on campus, with the most beautiful office and the most perfect job. The most constant part of my whole college experience.
We strolled past the Wilkinson Center, where Nate and I first met. Through the Regency BBQ area, the location of our first (semi-blind) date. We reminisced in the alley behind J-Dawgs, once some BBQ place, and before that, Nina’s Pizzeria where one night an employee forgot to turn off the outside music and we danced together for the first time, to Frank Sinatra. We passed West Cambridge where we shared our first kiss during General Conference (and were interrupted by John Holbein) and we walked the familiar but, again, distant trail from his apartment to mine.
And we ended up in our studio. Our first home together. Now empty, and echoing, and sad. I don’t think it wants us to leave.
I don’t want us to leave either.
Bye college. Bye dream job. Bye romantic place where I found my soul mate. Bye best friends. Bye millions of cousins and siblings at BYU with me. Bye happy valley, the happiest valley there is. Bye BYU. Bye.