This weekend, I road-tripped myself down to Nashville LIKE A BOSS. The hubs was out of town on a fun, long weekend, so I decided to bring the Pupster Ryman along with me for the ride. She loves playing with my in-laws’ mini-doxie, Minnie Pearl. While this photo is a bit deceiving, since it took her TWO HOURS to settle in, I just have to say how much I love this little bugger and how much I miss her. She’s staying the week with the in-laws and Ms. Pearl since we are planning to drive back down again on Easter weekend.
Once she arrived, she settled in quite happily to the sunshine of Tennessee, and her and Ms. Pearl got right to playing…
Meanwhile, I was in town for a Chapter Leadership Conference at Vanderbilt. Basically, all the presidents of the Vandy chapters across the country get together to share ideas and learn more about how to be ambassadors to our chapters. It’s a great time!! They put us up in a brand new hotel right across the street from my old college dorms. I stared out my window for a solid ten minutes thinking about all the wonderful times I had in those tall, ugly buildings. Junior and senior year… OH. Cue: I wish I could go back to college.
The night before my graduation, my mom just could not understand why I wouldn’t want to stay in her hotel room instead of in my ugly dorm room, which had already been stripped of just about everything except my bedding, a lamp, and my graduation gown. I just couldn’t leave! I didn’t want to leave!! I was happy to graduate, but it was by far not a very joyous occasion. I was a “late bloomer” as far as college is concerned. Coming in as a naive freshman, it too me a year to get my bearings and another year to settle in. I mean, the first two years were great, but the SECOND TWO YEARS were AMAZING. And they were spent in those high-rise brick boxes pictured above.
Being back on campus this weekend felt so special. I worked for the university for the first five years of my career. I took for granted being there every single day. It was my work place more than my alma mater. Now that I’ve taken some space, coming back feels like I am truly revisiting the wonderful place of my 18-22-year-old-self, and I just can’t describe it. If you loved your college experience, then I think you know what I mean. Anyway, cheers to nostalgia, college, and the best of memories. I know that more amazing memories are coming down the road, but man, nothing will ever be quite like those four years. Am I right, or am I right?