Her once colorful and lively room now looked dull and silent. The pictures that decorated her walls were now neatly packed with her books. The posters that hung on her wall now stood against the wall, stacked between her boxes of belongings and the cold sterile wall.
One last look around and she saw her past year stored away into another chapter’s ending. The last dance, the last movie, the last get together, all written out into another segment of her life. Though there would always be movies being shown, dance clubs serving drinks and music, restaurants serving food to chatty customers, a wave of bittersweet melancholy swept upon Connie and she felt herself choke up. Even though she would be starting a wonderful opportunity elsewhere, the idea of uprooting herself from the comfortable nest she had created was rather unbearable. The friends she had made and the experiences she had gone through all made leaving difficult.
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