Dear Roanoke,
I don’t know how to thank you for these four years. The person that moved into Chalmers Hall 011 all those years ago wouldn’t recognize me today.
I remember being 18, just graduating from highschool. I wasn’t scared when I went to Germany with my best friend from school but I was a nervous wreck on move-in day here. I didn’t know what to expect, yet looking back it was certainly well worth it.
I’ve learned just how big, yet how small the world can be. I’ve come to think of this small place nestled in the Blue Ridge mountains as my second home.
If you asked me if I had a favorite memory, I wouldn’t be able to answer that question. If I try to think of one, ten more come to mind. I’d have to sit down in the Commons with a cup of coffee and talk all afternoon. Incidentally, that’s where some of the best memories were made.
Walking through your halls, and quads fills me with memories. Simply sitting down at Fintel, takes me back to the times spent with long gone friends. Thinking about Salem fills me with joy since that’s where some of the best times have been spent.
I want to say goodbye to you, to my professors, and to my friends but I simply can’t. I’m terrible with goodbyes and at this point I’ve accepted that you will always be a part of my life. That’s why I won’t say goodbye but rather “see you later” and a big hug because when I leave, I’ll be counting the days when that train pulls into the station in downtown Roanoke late at night and I can see you all once more.
Nos Vemos Amigos!
Edgard Lacayo
