Hello once again, dear friends!
This past weekend was homecoming at Furman, so Madame Blueberry and I headed down to Greenville, SC. It was a strange thing, though, to be in such familiar territory in such an unfamiliar context. Gone are the days of being around for and participating in the week-long competition between sororities and fraternities, and the days leading up to it looking forward to seeing those older friends that had already graduated. Instead, I am now for better or worse one of the "older friends," and homecoming week has become something more like homecoming 36 hours. Strange it was, but a good strange. Thanks to a lovely certain Delta Gamma little sister of mine (and her roomies of course), I had a futon to sleep on for the weekend...and delicious nachos to snack on at night. :) And I mean, it didn't hurt that DG and Beta Theta Pi (the fraternity we were paired with) won that homecoming competition I just mentioned.
I'll admit that I'm not the best at keeping in touch with people from far away, but the fact that I could still go back for a short weekend and that people were so interested in what I was doing, or so willing to tell me about whatever they're doing...it's a special thing, I think. In a way it was kind of like we never left. Not to mention the entertainment of reminiscing about various events of the last four years. So, to any Furman folks who may happen to be reading this...thanks for being lovely, friends. :)
The reason I titled this post the way I did: I started actually thinking about the word "homecoming." Home. Coming. Coming home. I've been blessed with multiple homes, each of which I hold close to my heart, for different reasons. There's Davidson...home home, and a place in which I'll forever be comfortable and content. But Furman is home, too. Camp is home. Nashville isn't, yet, but I think there's a good chance Music City'll make the cut by the end of this whole YAV deal. I'm so so thankful for all of these places that have people I love, and it's pretty wonderful to feel at home (whatever that phrase means, exactly) in all of them. So, this post talks about one of them.
Mom and Dad are in town this week and we've been doing all sortsa touristy/fun things. Be on the lookout for another post in a few days after they're gone...with pictures, too!
Love,
Allison.
I wish I could have come for homecoming!!! I've been thinking a lot about Furman and how different my life seems from the good ol' days- going back to furman after a holiday at home always felt like coming home in a way, even if it was just to our tiny blackwell room that we had hastily left a mess in packing :) -em
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