Remember the end of The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe when the four Pevensie children stumble out of the wardrobe after spending decades in Narnia as Kings and Queens?
Yeah, that’s how I felt coming back to Pennsylvania in the middle of January.
It was absolutely brutal. It was cold, wet, everything was dead, and all my dear friends were thousands of miles away.
I did not want to be in Bumfuck Pennsylvania. Sorry if you’re from PA. I wanted to be near palm trees and beaches and see the sun. I had to finish my last semester, though, and this would be the weirdest one yet.
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