College town

I grew up just minutes from the home of the Panthers. I always loved as a little kid riding in the car along the streets of the campus wondering about what it would be like to be a college student. Never really believing I would ever be old enough to be one. The students looked so mature to me. I wanted to be them.

Now, as I walk the streets of academia, I think to myself, "I'm 10+ years older than most of the students here." Thankfully, it was an away game on Saturday so I was able to move freely about the place.  Though I never attended as a student, I spent a lot of time here visiting my soon to be husband. I went to a community college in a nearby town and would often stop by on my way home to hang out.

 The Schindler Education Building where Stephen spent most of his time

I used to think these buildings were huge when I was a kid. I loved Christmas time when the students would decorate their windows with lights. 

I love being in my home town. It's so quaint. So, familiar. It gives me a chance to remember some very good times. I loved my childhood, loved my adolescent years, loved the college days. Some people long to forget their childhood, but I enjoyed mine.  Sure, those days weren't perfect, but they were much more simple. Black and white. So much laughter. Maturity sometimes thrown out the window. We all have to grow up some time. 

Of course, I had to go here before I left for mom and dad's! mmmmm

Growing up is overrated.