One Life, Take Your Time

It feels like just yesterday I was packing up all of my stuff to come here.

It was like a family road trip, 2 cars and a Jeep to bring my roommate and I upstate, the longest 5 hours of my life. But I can’t really recall a time where I was more excited.

Watching Brooklyn trail behind the clouds as we drove over the bridges and through the trees to Oswego, my blood pumped with anticipation – college…this is it! I was so sure I was going to live the life of the teens I watched on TV. But, when our tires ran across the streets of Oswego, I wanted to go right back to Brooklyn. The sight was unwelcoming. From the sidewalks to the stores, I was sure they placed my beloved college in the middle of a forgotten town. Until we pulled up to the front of the school, and I saw how green the grass was, the resident buildings, people jogging and students moving in. It was almost like the school was in its own little bubble, and I don’t know but somehow I knew we were going to be okay. I would have never imagined falling for the likes of this town, but I did and hard. Oswego has introduced me to not only my future, but also everything in between.