New.

There is something so fulfilling about finishing a semester at a new school, in a new place, with new people, yet feeling at home.

Something blissfully rewarding about looking back on the four months that have just flown by, leaving you dazed in the wake of the wind that hit you as the wings of time beat by you.
Something amazing about looking back on all those things that seemed so new that are now familiar. All those faces you did not know, that you now hold dear. All those once unfamiliar places that now welcome you as your home does, with open arms and a warm hug (though the winter months are cold).
Something special about remembering that first encounter with a new friend, when you were wearing nothing but a bathrobe and you were so uncomfortable but she was so friendly. Or when you watched Doctor Who with a cute boy and how that night turned into a relationship. Or the friend with the tin mug, the girl you call your “twin”, and the ‘crazy’ friend you love.

I like to think that these people, these new people know me as I am. Not as I was, and not yet as I will be. They only know of my past what I want them to know, only what I think they need to know. Not that I have to hide things, but I have grown, I know I’ve grown, and these ‘new’ people know this ‘new’ me. Funny how new things seem to come together. And now they are not new, the are friends. And we will face new 'new' things together.

Most of all, there's something so heart-warming about the happy memories you have made. Something so fortunate about the sadness you feel saying goodbye for 3 short weeks after 4 short months together.
I look back at my first semester at Northeastern with love and happiness, and I am so lucky.