| So, for my MIT essay that I wrote what seems like ages ago, I had to write about what I felt like was the end of the world. I think that as I leave Tallahassee in less than a week, five days or so, that it is the end of the world... well as I know it. I was born in Tallahassee Memorial Hospital, lived in the neighborhood next to Fun Station, moved to a house near the old Sam's, then Thomasville Road, and now I am in my home that is now becoming an empty house right before me. This has been my home for nine years, which is half of my life. I remember my family's first nights here, sleeping on the brand new floors, exploring the house that I thought was bigger than anything I could ever dream of. I remember the scar I got by jamming my knee in the marble foyer. I remember my grandmother cooking my family crab in the kitchen. I remember spending the night in my parents room when I was really afraid of a tornado. I remember my indian version of a sweet sixteen party. I remember sitting on my outside porch getting through a Tale of Two Cities and falling in love with it as well as my backyard. I remember the life that I have lived here, and dearly hope that in the years to come I will not forget the walls that have made my life. I will remember the hill of people that came to become my true friends, my best friends, no matter how hard I tried not to open up, all who read this and dont read this made me who I am today. I love all of you deeply and truly.. well okay.. I love most of you deeply and truly, and on some level love all of you. Thank you for an amazing four years or maybe even seven, and fifteen with my favorite Hyderabadi girl. Most of all what I will remember was my father, my mother, my sister, and I living in the dysfunctional harmony that was my family dynamic. Not is, but was... We will always just be family now, but not living with one another for extended periods of time. And more than anything that I have been crying over the past couple days, this is what I cry for the most. I hope that I keep in touch with people here, and, in my heart, right now, I feel that I want to. But my logical mind realizes how completely unrealistic this is. So, if by chance I, after graduation or after June 2 (when I move to Nebraska), never speak to you again or see you, know that I hope you have an amazing life and do all that you want. And do not just follow the crowd to please other people, but be your own person. Thanks for being my friend. -Kavita |