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I was coming back to West F when I ran into Nic, Magdalena's boyfriend from Italy, and signed him in. I don't really know him that well, so elevator small talk was almost painfully hard to make, though we found common ground on the fact that apparently he's transferring too though he hasn't heard from anywhere yet.
When the elevator came to my floor, he stopped and hugged me, saying that I might never see him again, but that we should stay in touch in whatever way possible (probably through Magdalena). And as the elevator doors closed and he vanished I realized what that actually meant--that for a lot of the people I've met at NEU, this will be one of the last times I will ever see them in my life. I'm sure in countless cases, I've already seen people for the final time and not even been aware of it.

I'm not really sure how to feel. In light of a lot of recent occurrances, I've actually become more steadfast in my decision and increasingly grateful that I won't be here next year. But at the same time, never seeing someone again, even if you never saw them *that* much to begin with, feels unacceptably sad. It has a permanence to it that is akin to death, and when applying the realities of death to relationships with the living, everything takes on such a dour tinge... The idea of meeting new friends is welcome, but the idea of relinquishing the ones one already has, consciously anyway, is decidedly not welcome at all.

Anyway. I guess I'm basically done here. I finished my last exam, and my remaining roomate has basically agreed to vacuum the living room, meaning all I have left to do is pack up and sign out.

I think this is the emptiest I've felt at the advent of a summer vacation, ever.