I miss you.
I miss Locust Walk.
I miss the people I’d get to know drunkenly on the weekends who then don’t say hi to me on Locust Walk.
I miss the flyers on Locust Walk.
Just kidding, I don’t miss the flyers on Locust Walk.
I miss your food.
I miss the “NY Gyro” food truck on 38th and Walnut.
I miss “Mr. Bui’s Lunch Truck” and Mr. Bui’s beautiful voice, forever climbing the stairway to heaven. Or simply telling you “Number Tree” is ready.
I miss the Wawa on 38th and Spruce.
I miss the Starbucks workers at the 1920 Commons who unconditionally hate me for making them work.
Just kidding, I don’t miss those workers.
I miss the sporting activities.
I miss Pottruck.
I miss playing on the third court at Pottruck, because that’s where all the kids who can’t play basketball, like me, go to play.
I miss Penn Park and the pick-up soccer there.
I miss our football and basketball teams.
Just kidding, no one misses our football and basketball teams.
I miss the Daily Pennsylvanian.
I miss the conversation the Daily Pennsylvanian provides me.
I miss going onto Daily Pennsylvanian opinion columns, leaving a comment, and getting my roommates to periodically up-vote the comment so it gets the most likes.
I miss doing that on Ernest Owens’ opinion pieces.
I miss Ernest Owens.
Just kidding, I don’t miss Ernest Owens.
I miss the social scene.
I miss “Fado” and Tim and Liverpool.
I miss the BYOs and the date nights and the thought in the back of my head: “How do I get out of this one by paying as little as possible?”
I miss meeting random foreign exchange students from Barcelona.
I miss that one girl I met at that one thing who I can’t stop talking about to my roommates who are sick of me talking about her.
I miss staying in with the roommates on a weekend evening and watching “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.”
I miss that a lot.
I miss class.
I miss signing up for classes only to meet my requirement, but then having those classes influence me in a way I never imagined.
I miss the professors of these classes.
I miss the Monica Kims and the Peter Steiners.
I miss the buildings where these classes where held.
I miss the DRL.
Just kidding, no one misses the DRL.
I miss getting back in the swing of things.
I miss the campus.
I miss seeing the excited faces of the freshmen as they move into their dorms.
I miss that feeling of being excited to start another semester at Penn.
I miss you Penn.
I’ll see you soon.