This morning, I had a little under 3,000 unread emails on my umich account. I knew it was time to delete them. I had to go back to mid-November and move my way forward. As I glanced through some of them, I couldnāt help but feel nostalgic about those last couple of weeks there. How everything happened so quickly. At random times, I still remember the time I walked to the bus stop to take the bus to campus and thinking, āThis is it. My time here is almost over.ā And then I look at todayās date and canāt believe I have closed that chapter of my life. I crossed that stage (hungover -_-) and proud of everything I had done and become during those 16 months at the University of Michigan. Today I look back and I smile because of all the good moments I had there, the friendships I made, and the growth that took place for me there. This year has been hard af, and in two months, I will be one year wiser and still healing from all the institutional oppression and heartbreak I experienced at a predominantly white institution (PWI). As I see some of my friends still there and about to graduate or completing one more semester, I feel happy for them. Because we all know that the struggle is real. I would do it all over again if I had to tho. I miss you, Michigan but now I understand that it was time for me to go and come back to the people who have always been there for me. To my family. friends. mentors. and my future clients.Ā