It’s like Scarlett Johansson asked me out on a date, and then we dated for a while, and then I was like “Um, yeah, Scarlett? I think we need to see other people.” That’s what it feels like to be leaving as MOVE magazine editor. It’s like I’m about to marry the girl of my dreams and then leaving her at the altar … so I can go to community college, which is what I’m doing. I’m leaving a magazine I fell in love with to take basic biology courses and study state government, because it’s free and I don’t like the prices of MU’s courses.

But, just like T-800, I’ll be back. I want a journalism degree from MU. But when I get back, it’s not going to be the same, or at least, it’s not going to be this semester. Running this publication has taught me more than any journalism course I’ve ever taken. And man, holy Manfred Mann, the people I have worked with have probably had more of an impact on my life than James Murphy. Travis, Katie and Ashley, the editor-in-chief, managing editor and production manager during my brief stint here, pretty much raised me up as an editor in the course of a week and helped me out every day since then. I will be thankful for them every Thanksgiving for the rest of time. And also to the multitude of other people who helped me, because, I _really_ needed help sometimes (“Joel, why is this tagged ‘Drake’?”).

My best friend, Brandon Foster, is taking over the magazine, which has me all sorts of happy. It’s so nice knowing that you can leave something you care about in _somewhat_ trusted hands. And even though I’m going to be two hours away and won’t even be remotely close, I can’t wait to see what Mr. Foster is going to do with the publication. Maybe I’ll have someone send me copies? I’ll figure something out.

So, in my last letter in the last MOVE I’ll be involved with for a long time, I just want to say thank you to everyone, and thanks for all the memories. It’s been an absolute blast.