The last 12 weeks I’ve spent in Charlottesville have felt like no time at all. This is the longest I’ve ever been away from home, and though I do long for the comforts of family and home life — if only temporarily before the start of third year — I will miss the calm of Charlottesville in summer. I was here for every orientation session and saw countless (and perhaps lost) first years giddily exploring the University while proudly sporting their compulsory nametags, and preparing to devote four extraordinary years of their lives here.
I envy them.
That I’m already halfway through my University experience is surreal; I find myself fretfully fighting to hold on to and relish the final half. To me, the University represents a journey — one I’m still trekking through. I suppose there’s a natural attachment for a place where so many memories and friendships have been cultivated, but matriculating at U.Va was like exploring entirely new terrain and was, in large part, a great game of self-exploration. Fortunately, the journey will recommence in three short weeks.
Cheers to another two years that will hopefully be just as magical, if not more so, than the last two.
(Originally posted Aug. 5, 2010)