This is the End. My only Friend, the End.

So here we are. The end of the road. 6 of the 8 original Octave members have moved out. Julian and I are sticking around for graduation. I happen to be graduating, while Julian is staying for his brother's graduation. The previous post mentioned emotional times, but those did not really compare to the last couple days. Anna left early, without saying goodbye to the three family members that were studying in Chicago this block.

Then we proceeded to have two nights of partying without her. I have to say, I have given the neighbors and friends a lot of grief about being "groupies," but they were more than that term could ever hope to accomplish. I think the term friend doesn't really sum it up well either. Although Octave likes to think about ourselves as separate from them, maybe we could consider them as their own family, that perhaps married into Octave's (or vice versa). I'm serious, we were pretty close. That's why the goodbyes have been so hard. We have surmised that Anna may have left early to prevent tears, which seems likely, and it makes sense. Many tearful, and some not tearful (mostly the ones involving the boys, stereotypes are sometimes correct) goodbyes have taken place.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all, Octave and friends, for the best year of my college career, and arguably of my life to date. I might not miss you yet, but believe me I will, each and every one of you. I might not be able to visit, but I will do my best to make an appearance. I don't ever think of this as goodbye. We'll see each other again.

And to close, as the big classic rock geek of the group, some song lyrics, from the Traveling Wilburys:

Maybe somewhere down the road a ways

You'll think of me and wonder where I am these days

Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays

Purple Haze

Thank you all again. It's been fun.

Colin, the Soulful Saxy Man