I remember the first time I visited Fontbonne, right around the time I had just started my associate’s degree. I drove up to the visitors parking in the front of Ryan Hall and right away I had a sense of being completely at home. I’m pretty sure I knew right then and there that I’d be attending Fontbonne. My passion is fine art so I was looking for a school that was both reasonably priced and had a strong art program. When I went on the campus tour with a student ambassador I made sure to ask to see the art building. As soon as we walked into the art building any doubt I might’ve had about where to get my undergrad just vanished. I felt like I could spend most of my days in that building and be happy as a clam. Fast forward almost three years and here I am, in my second semester here at Fontbonne, and I still get that same feeling every time I walk into the art building; for a little while this is home.
Ok, so, this is a shortened school week for Easter, or as I like to call it Spring Break Part 2. Our first spring break earlier in March was pretty decent, the weather was ok, and it was mostly filled with work for a lot of us. But this weekend will be different! I’m not overly religious, but Easter has always been a holiday that I have cherished for the family time. I come from a decent sized family (20-30 people when we’re all together), we’ve always been very close knit and spending time together is important and cherished. This Easter, much like this past Thanksgiving and Christmas, is even more important. Back in August my grandpa (now 88 years old) was diagnosed with stage four cancer. This rattled the foundation of our family pretty hard, especially for those of us that live out of state (most of my family resides outside of Chicago and just over the border in Wisconsin). Since the diagnosis my grandpa has been doing really well, keeping up with his exercises and keeping a healthy appetite. Everyone else in the family visits home as often as possible, helping my grandma out when she needs it, and enjoying every second we get to spend with everyone. We don’t think of my grandpas’ diagnosis as a tragedy, he’s lived a long life, full of love and memories; rather, this is an opportunity to be even more grateful for the time we do have with him. So this weekend I will happily make the five hour drive north, help cook an awesome Easter brunch, and laugh, a lot, and love very single moment of it. Enjoy this second spring break, go visit with your family and friends, or call them, tell them how much you love them, laugh with them over good jokes and memories. Cherish the moments, that’s what’s truly important in life.
Here I am, exiting off highway 40, listening to Latch by Sam Smith. It wasn’t until I passed the legendary corner Walgreens that it hit me that I was headed to Fontbonne University. How did this summer baby (who loves school but also appreciates the ever-so-glorious three-month break) find her way back onto a college campus? Granted it was for a quick stop at one of my favorite libraries, but still I wondered ‘Wow, I have somehow managed to end up back here!’ I chuckled at what I though was just a passing thought.
As soon as I stepped out of my car, I realized I was wrong. I happily began to take in the calming scene of my campus. I felt my heart warm as I began to smile. I believe that is the true feeling of joy, when you can smile at nothing in paticular. It was a mix of both excitement and comfort, as if I had just stepped into my home after a long trip. It was then that I realized how much I truly love Fontbonne University.
Whenever I am here I know I am surrounded by genuine people who truly value education. They not only embrace every student, but they also act as living examples of how hard work leads to success. Popular writer Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr said “Where we love is home- home that our feet may leave but not our hearts.” I left Fontbonne that day not only thankful for another two weeks of summer vacation (Fun and Rest — Yayy!), but also eager. I was eager to return back to Fontbonne, a place where my heart feels at home!
I just got back to STL from spending some weeks back home in Illinois. Which was my last. Illinois will no longer be my physical home come July. My parents will be living in Florida, and I will still be in STL. Its a scary thing. I have to make a decision where I am going to go after the fall semester since I will be graduated. I decided to move to Colorado after graduation. To start a new chapter of my life with my boyfriend. Finally ending the long distance. It will be great to be a normal couple. While I was home, he came to visit! Which was awesome and amazing. I loved it. We saw a lot of movies; Godzilla, X-Men, and Captain America 2. Also, exploring the Chicagoland area. Illinois will always be my state, and Chicago will always be my city.