I remember the first day. Nervous smiles and unfamiliar faces. I remember the cozy corners where we would study, talk, and sometimes just sit in silence. I remember late night talks turning into early morning strolls for coffee. And how the city felt like it was ours alone. I remember finding friends who felt like home. Moments that felt endless. I remember thinking one day I’d miss all of this. And I do. To those who are next, make it yours. Write your own story. You’re going to love it here.