As I walked the familiar path from classroom to dorm earlier, it hit me:
Even as I take this all for granted - the buildings I pass every day, the streets I could walk down blindfolded - in a few years, it will all be gone. Part of my past.
Will I look back on this night, and wish I'd appreciated it all more when I had the chance? That I'd taken more time to enjoy being here, rather than worrying about where "here" can take me?
I think it's a sort of regret named Nostalgia - and I worry that one day, ten years from now when my life is filled with a million other things, I will be overtaken by this feeling that I didn't do it right.
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