My semester in Paros was unforgettable. I dearly miss the hot sun shining through vibrant blue skies, and the ferries coming in and out at all hours. I miss the walk to school past all the fishing boats and stray cats (so many stray cats! I turned a corner in town once and saw about a dozen of them scattered across the path). I miss fresh €3 gyros a block from the shore, and late nights making friends with the local bartenders. I miss sitting at cafes with Barry to talk about movies, and Europe, and love, and all the things I can do with my life after I graduate. I miss joking and writing with my classmates, and I miss George's quietly affirming critique when we brought random fragments of unfinished novels to class. Now that I am plunged back into 'real life' (where I live with my parents, drive a car, go to work, and very rarely eat gyros by the ocean), it is much harder to make art, but my trip to Greece ensured that I will keep doing it. The world feels so much bigger now than it did before. To say that I had a life-changing experience with HISA feels trite, obvious. I am forever grateful to everyone there for bolstering me as I found myself again and again. I will see you again soon.