A Rainy Farewell: Leaving My University Hall
September 25, 2024, will forever hold a special place in my heart, marking the day I permanently left my university hall. It was one of those moments when reminiscences of times past did not leave my mind and seemed to well up at that instant.
Rain had been falling since early that morning, casting a gloomy mood into my already heavy heart. There was even a moment when I doubted that I was able to leave because the weather outside seemed to make it impossible. I finished all the packing in the rain, feeling sad for having to be away from the space that had been my home for so long.
My two roommates and I went to the bus counter at 11:30 a.m., with each one of us lost in our thoughts.
Rain was slowing down the buses, and we almost waited an hour before ours finally arrived at 12:30 p.m. With the help of the bus helper and my roommates, I loaded my stuff in the locker and sat down in the bus. Since the bus took a 20-minute break, I wandered over to a small tea stall.
The rain still fell with heavy droplets, blowing cold air to freshen the texture of the atmosphere. Unfortunately, it dirtied my clothes as I hurried back to the bus.
When everyone was already seated, we noticed a slight problem—the bus wouldn't start. They tried operating it for two hours until they decided to call the mechanic. After that, the bus was able to start again, and we could get on the road again. At last, I arrived at 9:40 p.m., tired yet relieved. While on my way, I remembered every moment spent in the hall.
Though I know every end is the beginning of a new journey, the old memories stay alive. They delight my heart with joy and inspiration, reminding me that as much as one chapter may close, the echoes from it have sharply formed the next.