Well, I finally caved. I'm starting my first blog. I sat here in this little coffee shop on campus and thought, "what in the world is my first blog post going to be about?", and I've finally come up with an idea. HOME. What is home? I could easily look up endless amounts of definitions and quotes about home and go off of what other people have said, but it's just not the same. Not for my first blog post, that is. So what does home mean to me? Home is place that you create and make your own. A place that you spend endless amounts of time at, and open up your heart to. There will be people in and out of this home, but the memories that come from those people will always remind you of home. They will bring you happiness, sadness, and any other emotion that you can imagine, but that's okay. You learn from the experiences that you go through, and grow into a better person as you get older. Home is a place that you love and hold close to your heart.
You're probably thinking, alright Brittany, where are you going with this? Well, this is what I have been realizing since I have been going through college. I started this college journey by going to community college in my hometown, fully taking advantage of not having to pay for tuition or rent, and taking the easiest classes for my general education. I lived at home, and I truly did love my home, but normally when you go off to college you start a new life and find a new home. Well, that's what I did after three years in community college. I moved to Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Boy, talk about a move right? From Southern California, to the middle of nowhere, bible belt Tuscaloosa. Now, I was so excited because I thought, okay here it goes I'm finally going to a real college, I'm going to be starting a new life in a new home, this is going to be my home!!! It was temporary, but it wasn't all that I was hoping for. Sure, I met so many great friends, went to football games, and explored the life of a "southern girl". But I couldn't shake the fact that I wasn't truly happy; I couldn't stop thinking about my family, and not being able to adjust 100% to Tuscaloosa made me realize, this isn't home. I kept praying about what God wanted me to do with my life, and how I could figure out what path to look for, and that's when I decided to apply to Cal Poly. Cal Poly has always been an amazing school, but it has been the school that is so incredibly difficult to get into. February 18th, I received an e-mail from Cal Poly. I was so nervous, I couldn't even get myself to open it. My mind was flooding with doubt, and I just kept telling myself "it's okay if you didn't get in". BUT GUESS WHAT?! I GOT IN.
It is now October 22nd, and I am a full time student at Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo. I am the happiest I have been in a very long time, and I can honestly say that this is one of the best decisions that I have ever made. Sure, sounds so cliche, right?! But I'm being serious. I have only lived here for about three months now, but I still get excited when I show people my apartment, or tell people where I live. I did Week Of Welcome at CP, and it was so incredible and welcoming, that I knew from the first day that Cal Poly was going to be my new home. I get excited every morning, even when I have to wake up for an early class, because I take pride in my school, and I love my new home. God has made it very clear that this is where I should be, and he continues to bless me every day. Home is supposed to be a place that makes you so happy, that you never want to leave. Sure, you can go explore and travel, but it's a place that takes up that certain spot in your heart, and you'll always want to come back. I cannot wait for all of the memories and experiences that I am going to have here at Cal Poly, and this is just the beginning. I'm sure this won't be the last time that I talk about it!
Xo,
Brittany
