I know not everyone in this group is from SLC, but even so, I hope you all will bear with me on this— here goes… Four years ago, almost to the day, I was leaving home and moving into Sarah Lawrence College for the first time. While I was happy and excited to be starting college, and all that comes with that- I was also very aware as I packed all my belongings into the car, that this was the first time I’d be away from my home and family for any significant length of time— and while I wasn’t upset about it in any serious way in the moment… I was very aware of and anxious about feeling homesick once I got to school. But the thing is, I never really did. Save a few twinges when I missed my first Rosh Hashanah, that dark cloud of emotion I was expecting never happened. I loved SLC. Loved being in a place where intelligence and passion were prized, where I felt real respect and admiration for the people around me, and where I could feel I honestly belonged…. There’s a lot more I could add to that sentence, but I think I’ll just leave it at something I realized all of a sudden while walking through Heimbold last semester— I was never really homesick at SLC, because in so many ways, it WAS home. But now, four years later, August is closing down and the air is starting to smell like fall is back there somewhere— but I’m not headed back to SLC. I havent been able to help thinking about that fact a lot of the time lately… and as I think about it, and about the conference papers I’ll never get to write, the psych seminars I won’t get to take, and the Bill Shullenberger lectures I won’t be sneaking into just for the fun of it anymore— I feel this terrible, heart-wrenching ACHE that I expected, but never felt, four years ago.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 03:25:53 +0000
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