Suitcases make me sad. They just sit, anxiously awaiting an adventure to somewhere new. Everything is packed away, so neatly, so carefully. They make me sad because I know that the person attached to them will be leaving soon. Today, it was me.
I left my sweet little Ravenswood for my second year at the University of Charleston. It was a mixture of happiness and sadness, as goodbyes always are. I was going to a place that I love, a place where all my friends are. A place to learn, surrounded by knowledge. I was also leaving a place that I love, a place where my family is. I was leaving my Mom in her café scrambling to get things ready for opening day, and my sisters as they began another year of college. I was leaving everything that was familiar to me.
After a full day of unpacking, I sit here at my favorite place in the library. I can look out the window on the second floor and see the Kanawha River and the golden dome of the Capitol. The sun is setting. I will miss my family, of course. I will miss my town, but I can't help but feel lucky to have two places that feel like home.

Suitcases make me sad. They just sit, anxiously awaiting an adventure to somewhere new. Everything is packed away, so neatly, so carefully. They make me sad because I know that the person attached to them will be leaving soon. Today, it was me. I left my sweet little Ravenswood for my second year at the University of Charleston. It was a mixture of happiness and sadness, as goodbyes always are. I was going to a place that I love, a place where all my friends are. A place to learn, surrounded by knowledge. I was also leaving a place that I love, a place where my family is. I was leaving my Mom in her café scrambling to get things ready for opening day, and my sisters as they began another year of college. I was leaving everything that was familiar to me. After a full day of unpacking, I sit here at my favorite place in the library. I can look out the window on the second floor and see the Kanawha River and the golden dome of the Capitol. The sun is setting. I will miss my family, of course. I will miss my town, but I can't help but feel lucky to have two places that feel like home.