Two Homes

Almost 212 miles apart, I have two homes in two different parts of the country. One is the home I grew up in, with all the familiar, with people I have known for years, a culture that has shaped me into who I am, a bubble that I have always longed to get away from. The other is a small campus in a state I never thought I'd step foot in, with new people, diversity, and yellow apparel I never thought I'd put on my body. I'm a Blue Hen now, and that is a part of me that I am proud of. Of course, having two homes has its perks. I have two different environments with different people who make me SO happy. But it also divides me. Being at one makes me long for the other, I miss those I'm far from and my heart is constantly torn in choosing where I want to be. I know that one I will have forever and one I will only have for three more years, but I know that three years is more than I could ask for. Here's a little secret: I didn't think I'd ever get this far. And even when I pictured doing so, I never thought it would be at a tiny little state in the middle of no where. But here I am. And I'm happier than I've ever been.

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