I wasn’t afraid. Not when I was a high school senior applying to colleges, not when I moved to Georgetown, not even a mere two hours later when I lost my wallet on move-in day. Looking back, I didn’t have the good sense to be afraid. I survived moving to the East Coast in the middle of high school, albeit with a lot of teenage angst, but I thought the transition to college would be more of the same. As I leave Georgetown now, I have never felt more afraid of what lies ahead. It's a comforting thing to look back with gratitude on what has made my college experience the best (yet) years of my life.