I will be packing boxes like I always have, but this time the road won't lead to another base. It leads to a future I chose. Senior year feels like standing on a front porch that was never really mine, but somehow, I grew up here anyway. I’ve learned to make friends fast, to smile even when the map says “start over,” to carry home in my own two hands because it was never just a place. Now college waits like a brand-new assignment, but for once, I’m not the new kid by default,