Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Strange Familiar

I'm back in my little home under the dome.

I'm equipped with a new key, and a funky little new room that looks onto our beautiful courtyard. My heart swells with joy when I skip down the little dingy-carpeted stretch of hallway that I'll call home for the next year. My desk this year is a much cozier little affair than last year. I can actually see myself doing work here. It's a quaint little nook, and although it's stuffed full of all the odds-and-ends of move-in, I see distinct potential in it.

New people and old friends mingle in the most delightful way in the hallways, and there are happy greetings and joyful reunions. I don't know if the spring in my step is due to the sheer joy of sophomore year or my new tennis shoes, but I'm a very happy camper at the moment. Everything is so much the same-it's like we didn't even leave: the stairwell still smells the same: smells like popcorn cookies that were baked a wee too long, the courtyard is still lush and green, and the hall looks as fresh as a daisy-as bare as I left it during senior week. But it's so different. Last semester we arrived, anxious little freshman, beginning college and scared out of our wits by the adventure ahead of us. Now each corner and couch isn't part of a scary new landscape-it's a part of us, it has a memory, a person, a face, a laugh, a story attached to it. And that's what it means to be home.
To be in a place where each bit of it is truly yours-there's a meaning that belongs to only you attached to each window, tree and bench.
Over the summer, I realized that Stages Theatre is a home like that for me. Each room has held so many stories of my life-my heart's been broken and mended in each room of that lovely building, I've laughed, I've cried, I've made life-long friends, I've shared secrets and discovered truths about myself.
Places like that are rare and precious gifts.
And Notre Dame is one of those places.
It's good to have a Home under the Dome. Send me in, Mama Mary, I'm ready for this school year. WATCHOW.

P.S. Some things have changed significantly over the summer-one of these places is LaFun. The basement is pretty. Who'd've thought they'd see the day, amiright, peeps?
But for cerealz, I do dig the revamped look. It'll just take some getting used to, I suppose. And as my friend pointed out, spending all-nighters in such a pretty place will feel less disgusting.

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