There is something uniquely independent in being able to go check for your own, personal mail at an old-timey Post Office, and I love it.
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We are all so caught up in the highs and lows of freshman year that we don’t have the time to stare at ourselves in the mirror and define ourselves with our own eyes. We forget who we are and what we are presenting to others in this new environment.
The day has been long, and even though I am tired, a smile crosses my face. This is home, even for a short time.
This was the adventure: to make the leap on my own terms, and disregard those little urban voices in my mind I once adhered to. To test the waters, literally, by going for a swim.
On the ride from Columbus to Gambier, I could not take my eyes away from the window. I discovered an astonishing landscape that combines forests and farmland.