Why is it so hard to say goodbye?
I knew this day would come. In fact, I have been preparing myself for it for almost a year. But when it finally did come—when the cartons appeared and our house slowly began disappearing into boxes—I felt something I had not quite expected. A feeling that is still difficult to put into words. South Campus has been our home for more than twenty-five years. And not just ours. For many of Kuku’s friends, this was also a second home. We became ma and dad to Jeena and Jo—to love, pamper and scold too. But perhaps no one claimed South Campus quite as naturally as Kinu did. When she could barely speak, almost every proposed outing had the same destination: “ South Campus ” She grew up here in many ways. Whenever she is back home, a stay in South Campus is always there. As it happens, she is here even now, doing an internship and staying on campus. The other evening she returned from work, opened the door and saw the house half packed. Her eyes filled up. She looked around and said simpl...