I am a pretty traditional person. Yes I mean this in terms of my “old soul,” “mom-esc,” "creature of habit" demeanor, but moreover I mean it on the basis of traditions. This meaning the little things we do routinely that add stability and bondage to our life.

Since you, my audience, mainly consists of young college kids, you probably know that often times tradition has a very different meaning in school than it may have in the past. Whether your upbringing was in your quaint, small town, in boarding school, or even all over the country as you moved from place to place, most of the time we have elements of home we describe as traditional. It was the little things like family dinners at 7 each night, Sunday afternoon coffee runs, Friday night football games, or those late night sub-par milkshakes at a local diner that remind us of home.

Home now has multiple definitions though. Of course, our first home, our foundation, will always be the place of these family dinners, birthday celebrations and caloric milkshakes, but we now have a new home to add to the list—our college.

Even though college is meant with the intentions of being constantly filled with new, exposing, exciting experience; I believe it is also important to lay the same sort of traditions from home at school. We live at these places and are slowly becoming a part of them and they a part of us. With a new home comes new traditions and habits that make it a part of the place and the memories associated with it that we love so dearly.

I have found these traditions at my new home through things like daily caf lunches at 12:15, “Amami Friday’s” at our local favorite café, movie Tuesday’s and so many more. Although they don’t have eighteen plus years of background on them like our traditions do at home, these little things are mark the beginnings of the memories hold the same place in our hearts as the tradititons we have at home.