Metropolis.

New York. Boston. Washington DC. Dallas. All noble cities, all taking something away from me- my best friends. College may have been the fastest four years of my life. I remember move in day back in 2005. I had lots of roommates to meet, lots of packing and repacking and unpacking to do, I had to get organized and get the wrinkles out of my clothes. But as vivid as that day was, meeting all the blonde girls surrounding me and sharing awkward hellos, my graduation day is more fresh in my mind. Four years later, on a gray day where the clouds hung ominously, I laughed and cried and thought about the future of myself and of my friends. Would we stay close? Would we stay in touch? Would future graduate assistant positions keep us together for longer? I was unsure of what was in store.

Two years later it's that time of year again. Back in school and back to thinking how fast time goes by. My graduate assistantship did keep me in New York with friends and closer to other people. I was and still am farther away from home, but home is always going to be there. Despite what people think, home isn't going anywhere. It's me that is moving. And the scary thought is just that. My friends are scattered across vast metropolitan areas and it makes seeing each other and even talking to each other extremely difficult. Luckily we can always resort to facebook and email and little text messages here and there that always remind me of the good times. But the fact of the matter is we have all found our niches, or are on the road to finding them, we just aren't close together. I miss my friends. I miss my best friends and having the people that know me the best surrounding me through the good times and the bad. I am so happy for each and every one of my friends as they all embark on new opportunities in life. We have all opened a new chapter in our book of life, knowing we will never close the door behind us on each other.