Freshman year has been amazing, and upon my return to Marietta, it has just hit me how much I’m going to miss Athens this summer. I used to count down the days until I went home, but now, I think the meaning of home has changed. I have my home with my mom where most days we act more like sisters than mother and daughter. I have my home with my best friend, my strength, my other half, my sister.
But home is now someplace else as well.
Home is Fair Hope, 4South in Brumby, a hall with the craziest girls on earth, a hall filled with wonderful memories. Home is that tiny little room I shared with someone just as awkward as I am, someone who I will never forget having dance parties with.
Home is a duplex, one side men, one side women. No, we don’t actually live there, but home is where the heart is, and the people who do live there? Well, they’ve got a whole lotta heart.
Next year, home will be someplace else. Maybe not a physical location, because the meaning of home reaches far beyond a house, but maybe, just maybe, it will be with 2 dancers, 1 Canadian, 1 Gilmore Girl, and one Quat. Home is gonna be stacked.
