“You’ll miss college,” they said

I could hear whispers of the past and envision the stories: late nights studying and “early” mornings rushing to 8 am classes, senseless arguments and profound friendships, raging parties and movie nights, new posters, hand me down jerseys, clueless grocery trips, laundry mishaps, first dates, frigid winters and blazing summers and everything in between. Oh, if walls and windows and doors and porches and roofs could talk.