Good Company

the hardest part of the semester ending is not the 10-page research papers or the two hour final exams. its not the hundreds of dollars you get shorted when you try to sell your books back to the bookstore or the painful sunburn you get the day after you finish. its when the friends you've loved and treasured and perhaps taken for granted pack up their clothes, strip down their beds and board airplanes to places far from this small island in the sea. we've had quite the little family in our a-frame home this past year and it was not until this morning that i really felt my heart sink a bit at the thought of being separated. despite shouts over toilet paper or the missing banana and silent days i'll never be able to steal back, i think we have tasted a bit of happiness, a bit of love that is as real and thick as the waves crashing outside my window. i have learned so much. i have laughed so hard.