I don't recall ever crying at the airport before, but I cried when I dropped Sara off there this morning. She's on her way back to Switzerland, where she will start a new job in July (research assistant) and a PhD program next fall.
It's very weird to think that she's not here. Our class schedules have been almost identical for two years, and for the past two semesters we've gone out to dinner together once a week after the night classes we've had. If we didn't see each other every day, then we usually talked on the phone, especially in the past couple of months as she was revising her thesis. I'll see her in August when we're at Grasmere, but in the meantime, who will tell me stories about their crazy roommates?