This semester flew by. If I close my eyes I can see myself moving into my tiny room and laughing with my roommate in the kitchen about where to put all of our dishes. It’s crazy to think that next year I may not see the same people or take the same route to class. That’s when my fear of change starts to make my heart race. But gratitude always brings me back. The moment when I sit in my bed at the end of the day and write down what I’m thankful for, when I pull the covers up to my chin as I thank God for the day,…