I’m worried that something similar might happen when I return from college. Instead of feeling comfortable and relieved, I’ll feel unfamiliar and awkward, like I’m staying at a friend’s house for a week before I return to Boston. I’ve often heard sayings such as “home is where the heart is,” but how am I supposed to call this new place “home” without the proper time to love it? 

This is my last article for the Daily Free Press, and I feel like I've said everything I've wanted to say throughout my four years. I've talked about songs I've loved, analyzed life's universal questions, given mediocre advice and more.