This weekend my boyfriend graduated from The University of Arizona, bringing any academic connection I had to my undergraduate experience to a close. I am unbelievably excited for him, but the moment was still a little bitter-sweet.
Yesterday we stopped for brunch at a restaurant near the university, and after our meal we decided to go for a walk along the iconic mall that runs down the center of campus. It was an especially wonderful desert winter day and we found ourselves reminiscing about the many years we spent on campus, even before we attended school there. For most Tucsonans, including those who didn’t attend The U of A, there’s something wonderfully sacred and significant about our school. Not only is our campus beautiful, but it’s a sanctuary where anyone can come to learn, explore, and try new things. Whether you’re riding a bike down a path, watching a basketball game, studying, or playing frisbee on the mall, visitors can seek refuge in that wonderful place of discovery.
Although I graduated 1.5 years ago, our final walk through campus gave me the closure I needed to move on. We will both miss The University of Arizona, but it’s finally time for something new for us.