the truth about homecoming.

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“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” -Pascal Mercier

The truth is, five short months after graduation will be homecoming. And if you had the kind of friends who “did college right,” they’ll do homecoming right too.

The truth is, hugging the roommate you haven’t seen since July will be the best thing you do all week. Letting them go will be the hardest thing you do all month.

The truth is, they’ll charge you $15 to get into the beer tent, but you’ll pay it anyway because you’re going in there come hell or high water.

The truth is, it will feel like an actual blow to the stomach when you see freshmen walking around with tshirts that say “Class of 2018.” YES, EIGHTEEN.

The truth is, you’ll always somehow belong to that school, but it doesn’t really belong to you anymore.

The truth is, you’ll never find a burger that tastes quite like the one they make at your favorite place on the meal plan. Thankfully, it’ll taste just like it did in May.

The truth is, you’ll kind of miss Maroon and Gold.

The truth is, it’ll be really weird when you drive by your old apartment and wonder what it looks like inside now. It’ll be weirder to realize that it doesn’t really matter what it looks like-it’s not yours anymore.

The truth is, that bar up the street is still overpriced, but somehow worth every penny when it’s filled with the right people.

The truth is you can’t drink as much as you used to, but that’s probably not going to stop you.

The truth is, one weekend is not enough time to catch up with people you used to see every day. Somehow, getting that five minutes to say hello and share a hug is happy and kind of hurts at the same time.

The truth is, eating brunch with your roommates the next morning will feel exactly like it used to, even if it’s a different diner. But getting in separate cars to go separate ways at the end of the meal will feel stranger than you can imagine.

The truth is, you won’t realize how much you miss those crazy kids until you have to leave them again. It will somehow be harder than you expected to go back to reality after a taste of what once was.

The truth is, no one told you how much it sucks not to see your best friends every day. They probably couldn’t have warned you if they tried.

The truth is, you won’t know how very much that campus was home until it’s not anymore.

The truth is, it’ll be exactly what you needed.

Happy Homecoming

Haven’t posted in a while, but there’s a reason for that- Homecoming weekend.

Oh, Homecoming. Students neglect all their obligations for about 48 hours, becoming much more reckless as alumni swarm the campus to reminisce about the days when they did the same. The school is decked out in maroon and gold, lax pinnies with “SENIORS” stamped across the front abound, and whispers of which off-campus houses will be throwing parties tear through the school like wildfire.

This year’s festivities featured some key moments- I wiped the tears off the face of my too-drunk friend at the bar, cheered with my roommates at the pep rally, spent all of Saturday sporting more school spirit gear than I do all year, and allowed my alumni friends to buy me a drink or two “because I’m employed now, thank you.”

Maybe it’s the rosy lenses of nostalgia creeping in a little early, but senior year homecoming finally felt right. I was reunited with some of my best friends, and I imagined what life will be like next year when I experience homecoming as a student-no-longer. As much as I complain about my work for class, I know that the scary and very real “real world” is the ever-approaching next step, and that weekends like this will soon become a thing of the past.

All the school spirit might be getting to me, but I am determined to make every moment left as a college student count. This weekend, as I sat at the local bar that will serve as the backdrop for many of my college-year memories with the friend two years my senior who had brought me there for the first time, I thought about how much had changed- and how much I felt at home.

Life’s going to get crazy soon- so I’m going to take as many hilarious candid shots with my roommates as I can, say “yes” to the opportunities that come my way, and make sure I don’t take these next few months for granted.

Sleep is for the weak. Besides, my bed will still be there when I’m an unemployed post-grad.

Happy Homecoming.

Some of the greatest ladies I know.

Homecoming brings out the dysfunction in all of us.