I’ve honestly forgotten how to write a blog post.
I’ve been sitting here for a solid five minutes trying to figure out how I used to do this so effortlessly. Should I start with an interesting fact, a funny joke, or something just so totally random that you can’t help but say “OH POOF”.
After a while I realized something, I’ve already starting my post by talking about how I can’t start my post.
YES I’M BACK BABY.
A part of me wanted to write a blog post dedicated to all of the things that happened to me during my first summer in the lovely town of Ames, Iowa. Much to my surprise, there was a lot more to do here then watch corn grow.
i googled “iowa in the summer” and this was the first result.
Not to say that isn’t a good time.
So no, I am not going to talk about all of the people I met, the places I went, and the things I can not unsee. What I am going to talk about today is the things I missed out on.
The summer after freshman year is supposed to be the time where all of the freshman go back to their hometowns. They love it for the first few weeks. The clean showers, home cooked meals, and a bed that isn’t elevated eight feet off the ground? What’s not to love?
I will tell you what’s not to love, the complete and total lack of freedom. You don’t realize how much freedom you have in college until it is ripped away from you with the allure of spending your summer under the sun in the comfort of your hometown.
There is one thing however that really makes going home for the summer ok: seeing all of the friends you made growing up. Whether you choose to reconnect with your middle school best friend, or go to Perkins with your high school clique, these interactions are really important.
And I missed out on them.
It’s hard being in a different state and seeing all of your old friends hanging out again. It’s not even just that either. Reconnecting with people who you haven’t really seen in over a year can really show you how much you have grown as a person, or how much that person has changed too.
Recently I’ve even been finding myself nostalgically creeping on people who two years ago, I couldn’t imagine not seeing everyday. As if that was enough of an interaction to validate my thoughts.
If there’s one thing i’ve learned from this situation, my hometown might be needing an appearance from a certain curly haired mess sometime soon.
-Poof
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