Do you ever stop in a moment as you live it and realize, “Wow, one day I’m gonna really miss this?” That just happened to me while sitting at the dining room table of my little college cottage after registering for classes I will take my SENIOR year. Wow. My housemate and I had the same registration time and sat anxiously waiting for the clock to strike 9:00 a.m.
You could say that I️ live in the quintessential college house. Tiny, old, a little run down and filled with mismatched furniture from thrift stores, yard sales or family member hand-me-downs. All the same, they say it’s not about where you are, but who you’re with.
What really fills our house are fits of laughter. The smiling faces of new friends and old. The smell of burnt toast. Sweaters with mascara stained shoulders. Warm cups of tea. These are the staples of the lives that fill our humble home.