Realizing: it wasn’t just college, it was home.
REALIZING: IT WASN’T JUST COLLEGE, IT WAS HOME.
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As the seasons turn and years pass, we often find ourselves moving forward, building careers, new lives. Yet, there are tiny details from our time at those hallowed institutions that still cling to the edges of our minds, vivid and persistent. It’s the scent of old paper in the library, the distinct chime of a campus clock, the particular way light streamed through your dorm window at dawn. These aren't grand memories; they are the quiet, unassuming moments that collectively paint a picture of a profound chapter.
Looking back, it’s easy to focus on the academic rigor, the challenging late nights, the triumphs. But beneath the surface, something more fundamental was happening. We were weaving the fabric of our identity, forging bonds that transcend time zones, and learning not just subjects, but ourselves. The pathways we walked daily, the common rooms where ideas sparked, the dining halls where laughter echoed – they weren't just backdrops. They were stages for our transformation.
It’s in these subtle recollections that the deeper truth emerges: it wasn’t just a college. It was home. A place where we found belonging, pushed boundaries, and grew into the individuals we are today. The echoes of that time resonate, reminding us that home isn't always a fixed address, but a feeling, a memory, a part of who we are, forever cherished.