Until 2013.

I will miss my apartment.

I will miss my roommates, my new best friends.

I will miss learning and growing from what they teach me.

I will miss my linguistics professor's wacky, food-catagorized-by-color tie.

I will miss Creamery ice cream.

I will miss the freedom to talk about my religious beliefs in a biology paper.

I will miss being surrounded by people who are constantly challenging me to better myself.

I will miss late-night talks with Sarah.

I will miss the tolling bell tower.

I'll miss so much.

(I will not miss sharing a freezer and a bathroom with six girls.)

I learned how to be content with myself.

I learned how to budget.

I learned that I would rather spend a Friday at a museum alone than at a dance party with friends.

I learned dishwashing liquid is actually dish-washing liquid, 

meant for the sink and not the machine.

I learned the difference between an inflectional and a derivational morpheme.

I learned that happiness comes from within.

I learned more than I can say.

It's been swell, BYU.

I'll see you next January.