I looked around the college campus as I left my advisor’s office. There were so many students on the walking paths, a few riding bikes. They chatted and carried books as they went to class.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by nostalgia. My heart ached for my dorm and my friends.

I turned down a different path and headed to my dorm.

I still had my keys in my backpack. I ran my hand over the brass room number and smiled. This room used to be home.

I ...