Heritage Halls

Today, I took a little trip out-of-doors with my roommates to look at housing for next year. We went around to different housing areas south of the BYU campus. Thinking that we aren't going to be living in Heritage next year is a scary prospect, and we want to be prepared for the next year up ahead of us.

I'm seriously going to miss the dorms so much next year! Heritage Halls has made my freshman year what it is. I remember coming home from school early in order to pick out my housing right at my priority time. Seeing the floor plan of the rooms after I chose them, and the names and email addresses of my future roommates. Finding my roommates on facebook, and sending them messages back and forth (I read them sometimes. They make me laugh. To think that there was a time when we didn't know each other…)

I remember my summer roommate sending me a picture of our bedroom, telling me how roomy it was, and telling me that we would have an awesome time together. Being the last summer roommate to arrive, meeting my roommates for the first time, liking them immediately. Working on the laptop in the kitchen, tripping over the ethernet cord (which I still have a bruise from). Creeping on EFY kids outside our window. Kicking my poor roommate in the shin for asking me a question (I'm never going to live that down). Taking walks through Heritage with friends.

Chapter 2--I move from Bowen, to Whitney. I remember spending the first night by myself and wanting to cry. Coming back from FOL and meeting my current roommates for the first time. Scone breakfasts in the kitchen. Naming the furniture (including the front door). Hanging seasonal decorations from the ceiling. Witnessing the flooding of Heritage Halls firsthand with my little sisters. Coming back from a dance to find our kitchen filled top to bottom with crumpled-up newspaper. Weekly girl talk in the kitchen featuring one of our favorite guys ever.

I remember missing good old Heritage like an old friend during Christmas Break. Walking into the kitchen to see a sign on the table saying, "I'm so glad you made it back safe and alive!". Nearly tackling my roommate when she came in carrying grocery bags. Being happy to be back.

I've met a lot of my best friends and made a lot of my favorite memories here in the dorms. And I know I'm not the only person that's done that. I wonder sometimes about the girls who lived here all the years before I came. How many memories go with my bedroom, my kitchen, my apartment? Probably more than any mortal can count. 

That's not even counting all the memories that go with all of Heritage. Think about it--how many memories have been made at Heritage? Numberless memories.

I can almost say that I've never loved a single place as much as I love Heritage Halls. I love living here and I'll always remember the amazing times that I've had here.