It is quite interesting to see how much "away from home" starts feeling more and more like home. Freshman year was filled with excitement, distractions, and lots of men (Smith Hall), but I had a much stronger need to go home. With Sophomore year came closer friends, new relationships, and an awakened love for the adventure of being on your own --I am still far from fully independent, but something about living with your best friends and learning about things you find fascinating, fulfills you in a different way... a way that home cannot. Home is a warm, oversized mug of hot chocholate cradled in your palms. College is a thrift store mug full of coffee accompanied by a small home full of friends and conversation. I absolutely love them both.
I will fully enjoy and appreciate my time here looking forward to adventures to be had this coming year.
God is good.
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