Today I embark on a journey eighteen years in the making. I still can't believe it's actually happening, that I'm actually leaving home, and it likely won't hit me until I've already settled in and the realization that it's not just a vacation or summer camp will come to me. I've become so used to seeing the awkward responses that the Yale name elicits from others that I forget sometimes the awe and wonder that it inspires within myself. I remember the first time I fell in love with the place, my first visit, the nervewracking process of submitting that application in October, and logging on the website that fateful evening of December 15th.
To all my friends here in New York that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to, err...I meant to call, I really did ;-) In all seriousness, you all have been wonderful, and I'll have a great set of memories to take with me to college. Thanks for the time we've spent together. They and you will be missed dearly. The same goes to the wonderful city of New York, my humble abode out here in Coney, and to, of course, my parents
With all that said, however, there is only one thing that truly saddens me about leaving. To my beautiful, wonderful Noelle, thank you for the past 8(!) months and really the past 6 years. You've been amazing to be with and you've made me happier than I've ever been. It's not clear what the future has in store for us, but whatever it may be you will always be my best friend and the one I've always loved. Saying goodbye to you will take more strength and courage from me than ever before. I love you.
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