It was now over a year since he had officially graduated and he decided that it was a good time to clean out his old locker before someone decided to do it for him, so the night before he picked out the biggest bag he could acceptably fit on his back and set it out for the next day.
It was an interesting process, fitting 4 years of his life at NYU in a decently sized blue bag (next to his amazon order and a recent stop to Barnes and Nobel -- leather bound copies of The Chronicles of Narnia, The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe and Sherlock Holmes from Barnes and Nobel -- his Amazon order... that was a secret). At the end of it all he walked about the city with a bag on his back that made him feel like he was in middle school again, and a strange sense of disconnection -- he now officially had nothing left within that school.
He supposed for the longest of times he had been clinging to his college days. They were, after all, great times. But it was a silly idea since clinging to glory days was an action reserved for people that played on sports teams, or for that matter, attended universities that had half competent sports teams. It was past time to move on, and so this was a good start to the end of that.