I just finished the last of my schoolwork at Wellesley College . Yes, it is over. I am incapable of understanding or grasping this fact of life. My heart somehow won’t let me. Wordsworth said that “there are some moments in time worth ages.” Today as I walked home from the library, I had one such age-worthy moments. Perfect swirling sparkling snow danced around me as I slowly and carefully walked on the well-worn paths of my college experience, music in my ears, blood at the end of my veins, blushed cheeks and warm insides. This is my home, my soul sang. I am realizing, with joy, that it is exquisitely heart wrenching to leave this home. Wellesley is so weird and so wonderful. I have learned things here that I could have learned nowhere else. There was a part of me here even before I came three and a half years ago. Despite all the hardship and the musings of regret that inundate my thoughts in these last days, I am proud to say that I think I have found that part of myself....