Second home

I can hardly believe it.  I’m a week away from spring break, and seven (or so) from the end of my first year in college.  How quickly it's gone.

To think that five months ago I was a freshman wandering around campus, unaware of when the dining halls opened, or where my first class was, is unbelievable.  Today, on a Sunday afternoon, I realize how much that has changed.

I feel like I’m an official part of what Centre is all about—a member of its community, its student body, its reputation, its success.  I can’t go 20-feet without stopping to talk to someone, even if I don’t know him or her, or to take a detour to check out my favorite part of campus.  My professors ask me about my weekends— my track meets, my Friday nights—and regular discussions about nearly anything happen all the time.  Dinner can take hours as I find myself lost in conversation, and meeting and talking to different people.  And maybe the best part?  I end my day in the sun, on a track, running with my team.

I don’t know.  Maybe it’s the spring weather—it’s been sunny and in the 60s here lately—or maybe it’s just time doing its work.  What I do know, though, is that I’ve found a second home here.