Well, I’m finally here. A little more than 2 years, and I’m finally here. My last Odyssey article.

When I started writing for Odyssey, I had no idea what I was doing; now, as I write my last article, I still have no idea what I’m doing — but at least it’s a more controlled ignorance.

When I started writing second semester of freshman year, my only goal was to positively affect somebody through my writing. If I could help at least one person, change somebody’s life even slightly for the better, then all the late nights of writing will have been worth it.

Now, as I write the last article, I hope I accomplished that somehow.

I've really put myself out there in these articles, sometimes reaching a vulnerability that I never imagined actually doing. It's been weird. It's been uncomfortable. It's been hard. But, it's been worth it.

The stories that make up who we are, are also what connects us. These articles have been a part of my story, and just maybe that's allowed others to feel connected with me.

Every article hasn’t been beautiful — but every article has been fully me. And at the end of the day, I can only hope that has been something helpful.