Growing up, my mom was well aware of my free spirit. She would catch me climbing the big tree in the front yard, or spinning in circles under the night sky looking at the stars. I always had my imaginary friend, George, right by my side. She put me in gymnastics, soccer, karate, and every other sport you could think of. I never lasted very long because nothing could satisfy me. I always wanted something more. Throughout high school I outgrew my small suburban town in New Jersey, and was obsessed with the idea of moving far away. My dreams were too big to stay in the same place I grew up in. The idea of starting a new life seemed absolutely perfect, and I was going to take any opportunity I had.
The college search was not easy. No matter where it was, I just knew I needed to get away. By chance, I found Murray State University in Murray, Kentucky. Once I toured the school, I fell in love. Walking across the stage at graduation was just another step in getting away. Of course summer was bitter-sweet, as it was the last time I'd be will all my friends for a long time. With just enough money for a few Chick-fil-A stops, my sister riding shotgun, and a full tank of gas, my 14-hour journey to the Midwest began. I won't lie--I was terrified. Going to a new place, knowing absolutely nobody was a big step, but it was one I had to take. Arriving in Murray felt like pulling into my driveway at home, which was a huge relief. The small town hugs you tightly, and the roads seem like you've driven down them your whole life.
At first, making friends was hard. As adults, we often find ourselves comfortable with the friends we already have, or are too busy to welcome in new ones. Everyone wants a new friend, but is too scared to make the first move. Not to mention, I grew up in an entirely different culture and way of life, so I was not surprised if people thought I was the weirdest kid ever. Eventually, I found my people that I am so thankful for having. Some nights were amazing, and I had a good time out with my friends. Other nights, I would sit in my dorm and cry; telling myself I made a mistake of going to Murray.
Moving 14-hours away from the only place I've ever known was hard, but it was so worth it. I met people who hurt me, and others who would eventually show me unconditional love. I picked the wrong classes, ate too much easy mac, and ran out of money. I learned that making mistakes only made me human. I learned that sometimes, as hard as you try, you can't be friends with everybody. I now have a better understanding for people as a whole. Putting myself in an area where many have different views on life, have humbled me and made me more accepting of those who are not like myself. There have been many tears, many laughs, and every single one has made me a better person. No matter where my free spirit ends up taking me, I am thankful it first landed me in small town USA.
