I've Been In Love With Love

I woke up with the lyrics to the Mowgli's hit "San Francisco" stuck in my head yesterday morning.

I’ve been in love with love
And the idea of something, binding us togetherYou know that love is strong enough,I’ve seen time tell tales about that systematic drug,Yeah that heart that beats as oneIt’s collectivelyUnconsciously composed

And at first, I couldn't remember why. Then it hit me. I had been talking about the night that I confirmed my acceptance to Madison. It seems like it was a million years ago, now, but that song brings me back to that night in an instant. I can picture the dim lighting in my room. I can nearly feel the way I trembled with a mix of emotions. And I can look back on the post that I wrote the next day and confirm that I have what it takes to be a badger. 

These last few weeks have been some of the best of my life. I have met some of the most friendly and genuine people. My classes are both challenging and fascinating. And I know that I am right where I am supposed to be. I am in love with my college. 

I have so many stories to share and life decisions to contemplate but, for now, I will leave you with this:  always go with your heart. If you don't, you'll always wonder what if. And if you do, no matter what happens, you will find what you are looking for. 

A Morning in Madison

LET'S GO RED!

Classes haven’t even started, and I can tell that I made the right decision. It’s official, folks: I’m a college student. My clothes are crammed into every crevice that they would fit in with the miniscule space we have in the dorm. Getting on my bed could be compared to parkour: basically the goal is to land on the bed without killing yourself. And I now have to wear flip-flops in the slower. On the plus side, our room is decked out in pictures and Christmas light, which couldn’t make me feel more at home.

But if you have ever been to college, you know that the dorm isn’t that much of a concern. We have walked so much that every time I sit down, I feel how much my legs and joints hurt. Yet, I really can’t complain, because these few days have been such an adventure.

On my way to college I had first-day-of-school jitters, butterflies in my stomach and all. By the end of the day I had a group of girls to hang out with, and I was worry free, because I realized that everything was going to be ok—now, I know it will be more than ok. This year will be great.

I have experienced my first college football game. I have met more people in the last few days than I could have ever dreamed. And I have received papers, pamphlets, and random free stuff galore.

Right now, I am figuring out where I fit in within this larger Lost and Found Bin, and I couldn’t be more excited to find out where I fit in here.