I remember being in the eighth grade and thinking that I was the big man on campus. And now eight years later, I’ve somehow found myself in the same situation now that I’m officially a senior. Classes at Wake started this past Tuesday and I moved into my apartment last weekend, which is so crazy because it feels like I just moved in for my freshman year.
The past few days at home have been exactly what I needed—peaceful, relaxing and sunny beyond compare. And it’s hard to complain when there’s air conditioning involved (I still don’t understand how Londoners survive the summer heat). I’ve spent most of my time either at the beach or in my bed, battling my jet-lag so that I don’t take 4 hour naps in the middle in the afternoon. Being reunited with my family and pets has been wonderful; I always forget how much of a homebody I am until I’m away for extended periods of time.
