Where is home? If it took you a second to answer that, don’t worry. I’m the same way… and I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to feel that way. I’m a firm believer that home is where your heart is… and mine is everywhere.
I’ll admit it: I love the town I grew up in. My whole family is there, the friends I made were great, and 18 years of my memories have it as the backdrop. It’s somewhere that will always hold on to a bit of me. Since coming to Saint Vincent, my heart has found another home. It’s different than what I’m used to, but I guess opposites attract. I love the campus when the leaves are changing, when it’s covered in snow, and when flowers are just starting to bloom again. From the moment I arrived here for the first time, it felt like I belonged. There’s nowhere else I’d rather give a piece of my heart to.
It’s more than just places I’ve been, though. To me, a person can be home just as easily as a place. Since that’s the case, home is everywhere. It’s in Baltimore when my roommate goes home for the summer. It’s in Atlanta with one of my best friends. It’s in my hometown with my family. If there’s one thing I can depend on, though, it’s that so many pieces of my heart will be right back here every year. To the friends I’ve made at SVC: you’ve all got a piece of my heart, and I could not be any happier share this “home” with you.
It’s okay to call more than one place home. The heart wants what the heart wants; if it wants to love a million people and places, who are you to deny it? Look on the bright side, you’re always guaranteed to have somewhere or someone to come back to. Embrace it. You only get one life. Make yourself at home and enjoy the ride.
HCXO, Megan