Thanks for the memories
Not too long ago I was in the very spot I sit right now, curled into fetal position with Ed Tullett playing in the background (look him up…am I cool yet?), lamenting the departure of my parents from Nashville, and nursing my feelings of abandonment/nervous stomachache the only way I knew how. Alone in my dorm room (which was actually miraculous considering that alone-time in my triple is very, very rare), I sat, or rather curled into myself, terrified at what a blank slate at college could mean.
Like a lot of people who come to Vanderbilt, I went to a big high school with kids I had known my whole life. It hit me alone in my new room, right after my parents had left, that I had never been so alone before. I had never put my entire life on a path so completely uncharted, and to say I was terrified would have been the understatement of the century.
Nine months later, I sit in the same spot, blindsided by my own feelings as the end of my year at Vanderbilt looms.
They say a picture says a thousand words, so I’ll let mine from this year say what I can’t. I’m already counting down the minutes until I’m back with these guys at my home away from home, and hopefully some of you out there will be joining me too!