Who knew break would come so soon? As I sit on my bed back home in New York, I’m thinking to myself …okay, when do I get to go back to Boulder again? As I was landing in Newark airport (side note: don’t ever fly into Newark if you don’t have to), I realized how fortunate I am to be able to attend such an incredible school and get such an incredible education.
Now that I am back home in my absurdly small town (7,000 people—170 in my graduating class), I got to thinking about my past, and how it has affected my future. My best friend from California is actually here with me, and I took her back to my high school to show her a taste of where I’m from (it took us about 30 seconds to drive from one side of town to the other, so the tour was not nearly as exhilarating as she had imagined it to be). Returning back to high school is always a surreal experience, and for some reason I always feel the need to go back. Maybe it’s the reminder of our pasts, the feelings we had while growing up, when we were young. Personally, when I return to high school to visit, I’m not reminded of those things, but instead I’m reminded of the place that set me up for college, where I am now truly the happiest I have ever been. Yes, I do get a little nauseous when I see the sign that says “Welcome to Irvington,” but I’ve learned to realize that I should be more thankful than not for growing up in a place that drove me so far away that I ended up in Boulder :)
On a side note, my sister just got into two of the colleges that she applied to, and she’s waiting to hear from CU before making her decision. Keeping our fingers crossed!