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.
Packing can be a real pain...
I am so thrilled to be blogging for Fontbonne now, as I love to write and share my thoughts, stories, etc. As you can see, this past weekend, unlike the last, I paid a visit to my humble abode! I was quite excited to catch up with some fellow friends of mine from my workplace as well as go home to a fresh batch of apple crisp – DELICIOUS.
There really is no place like home though. Sure, we like to be independent and ‘on our own, ‘but I don’t think anyone is ever completely on their own. I suppose that’s food for thought! Just remember to place a sort of intrinsic value on your family because they have done more for you than you can imagine. So, the next time you visit back home from college or wherever, give your family a simple “Thank you” for their support and guidance. They will be just as grateful – I promise. Anyways, ta ta for now!
Considering the fact that I’ve spent so much time this summer stressing about the future, I find it odd that suddenly my worries have evaporated, leaving behind nothing but this odd mix of new feelings, ones like peacefulness and acceptance and hope and excitement, the same ones I used to have when I thought about all of the potential that fills the road ahead of me (Pretty sure that’s a massive run-on sentence. Sorry.). Where will I go? Who will I become? Finally, there are no limits anymore.
I’ve also spent a lot of time stressing over other peoples’ journeys, asking if, because the path I’m taking is different than theirs, I’m somehow behind in life or just don’t measure up. But again, this stupid anxiety is being replaced by a new, more positive affirmation: that I should embrace the weird twists and turns that make up my story, because they’re kind of really awesome.
But enough of the future—I want to enjoy the here and the now. On my run the other morning, as I was descending one of the Monster Hills in my neighborhood and I looked out on the horizon to see the blue morning sky kissing the open fields of hay bales below, then back down ahead of me to see the wildflowers in the field to my right, I remembered how happy I am to be here, at home. To be running a lot and finally getting chafe marks and blisters again. To be up and finished with my workout before anyone else in my family is awake.
So on that note, here it is: home.
“Babys” by Bon Iver