There are special places to all of us - places that evoke happy
memories and milestones in our lives. Somehow, returning to these places always
feels like coming home in some way. Anytime I find myself around the upper left
corner of SC (also known as "God's Country"), I tend to find a way or
reason to end up in Clemson. This week I've been on a rotation in
Greenville, and before I knew it or thought twice, I find myself in Clemson on
this random Wednesday in February. Even though there is no football game
to anticipate, I still had butterflies of happy anticipation in my stomach as I
rode the gentle hills of 123 on my way to Tiger Town. The trees are bare,
the sky is blue, the air is crisp - and every bit of it is a sweet medicine to
my soul. To take a break and sit in the Carillon Garden in the midst of a
long and tiring week is rejuvenating in the deep part of my being.
No matter where I live, coming here will feel like coming home.
I will not say that my time here was the "best years" of my
life - because I hope and pray that those years are yet to come. But still,
these were some of the sweetest, happiest, and most life changing years. This
is where I became an adult, fell in love, spent the first months of married
life, and made life long friends. This is where my parents met also, so
in so many ways, my life would be radically different (or maybe I wouldn't
exist) if Clemson didn't exist.
So
for those people who think my family and I are crazy about loving a place so
much (aka - you Floridians), maybe this post will help you understand a little
bit more why myself and all three siblings came up here for school, why my
parents will drive 9 hours to spend a weekend here, and why the blood in my
family will always run orange. Go Tigers!
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