It's not the packing that I dread, it's the driving away that's hard for me to do because the building itself will remain standing but it might as well collapse into a mound of rubbish and debris because for four months it won't exist just the ambivalent memories in my mind of a place both condemned and exalted sometimes in the same day
Reason for writing:
I was just thinking about how living in a dorm has affected
me over the past eight months.
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