there and back again

This was my apartment. It no longer is. Last week it found itself stripped of furniture, wall hangings, lamps, rugs, books, every element that made it home. For several days it was a maze, nay, a jungle of boxes. Now it is empty. It echos. It waits for new tenants.

These were my roommates. They no longer are. Strange spices, unique music, odd movie selections, fun times. Next year will be different, but no less enjoyable.

Nate and Leah's wedding was the last hurrah for most of us.

But we made the most of it.

And before leaving Moscow for good, I said goodbye to my sophomore year boarding family at Matt's graduation.

I'm home. Onward.