The Final(s) Week
The lyrics "She couldn't wait to get goin' but wasn't quite ready to leave" were how I felt leaving home for my first year of college. Three and half years later I relate to those lyrics just as much as I did as a nervous 17 year old. But now I'm 21 years old, still nervous as heck, but I know there is a greater plan for me than what I have for myself. In 2 days I leave this beautiful place I’ve called home for the last 4 months. It’s a bittersweet feeling. When I was preparing to come here, and even for the first couple weeks I was here, I kept telling myself, “I don’t understand why people say the Kartause became their second home.” Of course I’ve always thought it was great and beautiful and I’ve felt comfortable here and I’ve loved it but it took a little while for me to call it home . But now I understand. I distinctly remember coming home from Prague and seeing the spire of Maria Thron and feeling so relieved that I was finally home. And my weekend in