College is weird. Being in a new space with new people - not under the same roof with the same people you've lived with your entire life, is an adjustment, to say the least.
What's even weirder about being at college? Coming home. I never thought I would enjoy the drive back into small-town Jordan as much as I do. I think it's different now than it was before. It's not a drive I make daily anymore. It's a drive I make every couple of weeks.
I leave campus with the excitement of returning home, whether for a simple weekend visit or coming home for spring break. Getting to the point on the highway when I'm welcomed home by that little green sign - coming to the stoplight and seeing my old workplace - coming to a slow as we drive through the roundabout - passing by my high school - feeling the bumpy gravel road as I pull onto my street - pulling into the driveway and seeing the porch lights on - going through the door to be greeted by two rambunctious labs. There's nothing that makes me happier than knowing there's a weekend, or a week coming when I get to experience it all over again.
There's always something to look forward to. Even something as simple as coming home.
Much love,
Kenzie <3
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