Realizing: it wasn’t just college, it was home.
REALIZING: IT WASN’T JUST COLLEGE, IT WAS HOME.
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Remember those tiny details? The specific scent of a centuries-old library, a mix of aged paper and quiet ambition. The gentle hum of the campus at dawn, before the lecture halls filled. That particular squeak of your dorm room door, or the way the light hit your favorite study nook just right. These weren’t just fleeting moments; they were threads weaving into the fabric of who we became.
Life has moved on. We’ve chased careers, navigated new cities, built new lives. Yet, every now and then, a familiar smell or a shared glance with an old friend transports us back. We look back not with longing for what's lost, but with a quiet appreciation for what was gained. Those late-night conversations fueled by lukewarm coffee, the intense debates in a seminar, the collective sigh of relief after a final exam – they weren’t just academic experiences. They were life.
It wasn’t just about the prestigious degree or the intellectual rigor. It was about finding your people, forging bonds that transcended majors and years. It was about discovering resilience you never knew you possessed, and a sense of belonging that shaped your very core. It was the place where you learned to truly live, away from the familiar, building something entirely new. It wasn't just college; it was, and in many ways, still is, home.