One of the clearest memories I have from my first few weeks at Marquette University (most other memories were fogged by too many $5 bills donated to the Keg Brothers at 1435 Kilbourn) is coming home from my Intro to Communications discussion section, closing the door to my all too tiny dorm room, and bawling my eyes out.
Yes, I do realize this was quite the trend during my first semester at college.
A full two weeks into my career as a Southern Belle, today I recreated that scene from McCormick Hall. Twice.
I'm not going to pretend this is easy. It's not. As much as I love my Beatles, I'm not going to tell you that all you need is love to move across the country, away from your career, your best friends and your family. The promise of less snow isn't quite that great.
But seeing the same sight when I close my eyes at night as when I open them in the morning (Seth the Southern Charmer of course) sure makes it a little easier.
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