It felt like the finale of Friends. I stood in my 19 metre square room with three people I spent the past four years with, two of which I spent partying enjoying my life. We all stood in that room looked around, we could all feel the same thing, a feeling of discomfort, a feeling of happiness, confusion, frustration, and nostalgia all juiced together. Even though I had only lived in that room for a year, but throughout that year we had so many good memories.
We were not just saying goodbye to a room, but to our moments together in that room; the day we cooked together, the DAYS we spent the whole night studying and drinking way too much caffeine, the nights we spent on the phone when there was a blackout and we were freezing our asses off in mid February, and finally the Friday and Saturday nights we spent drinking cheap alcohol because it was almost the end of the month and we were going broke.
I left that day, and I held my sadness and tears I decided to not think of it and I decided that I will not let this affect me until I actually say my final good byes in August, or hopefully September!
I spent the past four years learning in an educational institution that may have not been the best academically, but it was certainly the best thing that ever happened to me. Even during the times I hated the pressure of exams, papers, homework, articles, and the never-ending presentations it is the best thing that ever happened to me.
I did not just grow up physically or mentally; I matured and became a better person. It has to do with the fact that I lived independently for four years, yes I would call my mom by the end of the month begging for money, but I was “independent”, or that’s what I want to believe at least.
In my four years, I met some of the most amazing people, and even some of the worst people. I met six people that have changed my life, they made me laugh till I cried, they made me sad until I cried, and they even held my hand when I cried. Yes, they all included tears. We lived together in a three-story building, each one of us in a 4×4 metre room with a shared bathroom, each one of us with a roommate we hated, loved or simply could not handle all their negativity! But we pulled through and made it till the end.
Our third year we were separated, many of us parted and left the country or just moved out of that horrifying residence but we kept some of our traditions alive. Even of they did not happen as often as they did before we made them happen to keep our friendship alive.
To be honest I can’t find a way to end this. I know if I was to keep going most of you would just close this window and move on to watching your funny cat videos on YouTube, but I will end it now by saying that even with my discomfort of leaving Lebanon after four years, this is not the end but a new opportunity to build myself and follow my dreams. Like they say; the world is my oyster, and in this case a very good oyster!