“Home is where the heart is.” -Proverb
A lot of people have asked me about how it is going adjusting back to life at Cornell. In general, it has been pretty good – I had an amazing time in DC, but Cornell is my place. I think there are obvious differences that most people can guess (Capitol vs. Clock tower, Metro vs. TCAT, Georgetown vs. Collegetown) but I’ve been lucky enough to experience both.
However, there are some things I’ve kind of forgotten about here at Cornell during my time away – like the water fountain in the back of the Cornell Store that always sprays you in the face no matter how much you spent on books for the semester, the secret cut through in the Statler to avoid the cold, or the location of the newspaper dispenser that never runs out of the NY Times.
I guess there is this learning curve of rediscovering Cornell in a different way. To a degree, this is a fact I’ve found true here pretty much every semester. One relearns the campus in a new way – maybe it’s a different walk to class, an engaging professor who sparks an unknown passion or a new partner in crime who introduces you to salsa dancing.
But for the most part, things are the same and that is nice – good friends, great classes, lots of work, but lots of fun.
Just be sure to wear waterproof mascara next time you’re a little thirsty in the bookstore.