It has been more than nine months since the last time I wrote an entry, and I am here to tell you that I am back in action and ready to blog again. In my last entry I discussed a journey I was preparing to take and I told you that I would be writing to keep you informed as to what was happening on that journey. A lot has happened since then.
First and foremost, I did not spend my semester in Philadelphia. I spent five days there instead. In those five days, I saw many historical monuments, learned to navigate the city, met some amazing people, toured apartments, and learned that big city living wasn’t for me.
Months later, I still cannot tell you why exactly that was. Maybe it was that being away from home (no matter where I was) was difficult for me. Maybe it was that facets of big city living—like using public transportation—were not my thing. Maybe it was that all of my comforts of home (or of Alma!) were missing. Most likely it was a combination of all of those and several other things that quickly brought me to my decision to return home.
I can honestly say that once I had it set in my mind that I would be returning home, I really enjoyed my time in Philly. I made it into a vacation. I took photos, went on walks and tours, went to gift shops, ate from street carts, and visited several iconic Philadelphia landmarks (Love Park, City Hall, The Liberty Bell, The Edgar Allan Poe House, Independence Hall, China Town, Reading Terminal Market, The Italian Market, and the US Mint). I loved the city but in small doses. I could not picture myself living full-time in Philadelphia for almost five months.
My choice to come home may seem like the easy way out (and trust me… I thought so too) but that was so far from the truth. The process of making, admitting and dealing with my decision was so much harder than I could’ve ever imagined. I called several people to discuss my options. When I made up my mind to return home, I began letting people know. Telling other people who were in the program and having a fantastic time—and telling the people who were the facilitators of the program—was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I did receive a lot of support from them though, which made the end to my week there a little less stressful.
On that Friday morning I got up, went to The Philadelphia Center, filled out my withdrawal paperwork, called the airline company (and got a flight for just 3 hours later – crunch time!), packed my things at lightning speed, called for a taxi, said a tearful goodbye to Ashley (and had a cab driver ask if I was her twin??), spent two hours alone in the airport crying over all kinds of emotions I was feeling, and then flew on my very first flight alone.
Once back on the ground in Detroit, the consequences began. I could not re-enroll in school because it was now two weeks into the semester. I decided to return for Spring Term and find a job to take up the time, but it turned out nobody wanted to hire someone for just three months. I spent a lot of time home alone, since all of my friends were away at school still and my sister was in school all day while my parents were at work.
HOWEVER, good things did come from this decision as well.
I got to spend a lot of time with my family while I was home. I signed up for an online social media class that helped me to make up some of my missing credits. And the most substantial thing that happened while I was home, that would’ve never happened if I was in Philly, was I got an internship with Quicken Loans, where I worked this summer. The interview process for my internship began in February and continued through late May, when I was offered a position in social media.
Also this summer, while working 40+ hours a week at the internship of my dreams, I experienced another big change. My family purchased a new home. We packed up our home in Dearborn that we had lived in for 20 years (it took all summer!) and five days before I moved back to Alma, we moved into our new house.
Saying that my life has been a little… overwhelming, I suppose… over the past nine months would be an understatement. I’ve lost a lot and gained a lot, learned a lot and changed a lot but through it all one thing that hasn’t changed is that I am still a Scot.
And I’m back at Alma ready to start my third year strong.
Home Sweet Alma
I returned to campus two weeks before the majority of students because I had RA training! I was chosen to be a part of the South Complex RA Staff and I could not be happier about this. I’ve met some amazing people through training and know that, like anything else, this position won’t go without challenges, but they are challenges that I am ready to face.
In nine months I learned more about myself than I could have ever imagined. I opened many doors (and closed some too) and just kept moving. Whenever a difficult situation arose, I met it with my fists held high. Now I am ready for the challenges this semester is sure to bring, and I’m looking forward to all the great things it has in store as well. Have a great semester, everyone!