And it’s not just the big things about home

I’ll miss, it’s the little ones:

Walking to the dances barefoot, blistered,

Hiding in North Ben basement

And that piano in a poorly soundproofed room.

Not just rave circles, but gayving,

Not just the old friends, but the Old Bay,

Not just the classes, but the community -

The love, the hope, the six-week family,

The way living with one person for

Nineteen days

Can change your whole life, the way

Falling in love feels different,

The way I feel more at home here

Than I ever have at my house,

The way my family here is more family

Than the one I have back home.