Something happens when you go to a college far away from the home you grew up in, and it is opposite what I, at least, expected.
As I have moved farther away in location and time, I am more drawn to the mythology of the place where I grew up. More drawn to the nostalgia of it.
I miss leaves, as I did last year. The crisp note in the air, as I missed last year.
But looking back, I know it will be years before I live in a place like that again. Which makes my visits even more precious, but also makes me view them as a visitor. And that makes me think of where I want to end up, what I want to do, what I want my life to look like.
Whatever your path after high school, it forces you to grow up, to begin to find your way. College halfway around the world just puts that growth in fast-forward.
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As I have moved farther away in location and time, I am more drawn to the mythology of the place where I grew up. More drawn to the nostalgia of it.
I miss leaves, as I did last year. The crisp note in the air, as I missed last year.
But looking back, I know it will be years before I live in a place like that again. Which makes my visits even more precious, but also makes me view them as a visitor. And that makes me think of where I want to end up, what I want to do, what I want my life to look like.
Whatever your path after high school, it forces you to grow up, to begin to find your way. College halfway around the world just puts that growth in fast-forward.
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