During my first few weeks at Hopkins, I have been on a roller-coaster of emotions. My biggest fear going into this experience was that I would miss home so much, being that I am 1190.3 miles away (Not that I am counting or anything) from my home in Louisiana. I came from a place where you never met a stranger because everyone knew everyone. Even if you happened to meet someone “new to town”, you waved anyway and said hello as if you knew them. What I now realize, almost a month into my college career, is that its because of my home, the friendliness surrounding it, and the friends I made while there, that I am able to come to a place as amazing as Hopkins. I owe all that I am, all that I may become, and everything in between to the people that made my home, my home.
Now, while on this next step in life, I am redefining my definition of home. My mother, in her infinite wisdom, plastered my wall with pictures of friends and family, and with an amazing quote that I look at every morning when I wake up. It says “You know it does not matter where in the world you live. As long as you are surrounded by family and friends that you love and are loved by, then you are never far from home.” That quote truly sums up my experience at Hopkins thus far.
People often have this idea that Hopkins is a cut-throat school for aspiring doctors, but through my time here, I can whole-heartedly call that a bold-faced lie. I have made so many friends, met so many amazing people, and received so much help from people who, a little less than a month ago, were complete strangers. I, being the momma’s boy that I am, never mastered the art of doing laundry. I, being the born and raised southerner that I am, never had to walk to get somewhere. Even if wanted to walk anywhere, there was not anyplace within walking distance. And lastly, my family and I, being the content southern family that we have become, have never experienced a true vacation together. Our definition of vacation meant visiting another state in the south and of course, we had to have family living there. Throughout this past month, I have become an independent, laundry-doing, fast-walking northerner and I couldn’t be more proud of myself.
Although I do miss my parents, I do miss the south, and I especially miss not having to do my own laundry, I have realized that all of these things are part of me building my new home. I am going forward into the rest of this year with the thought that every new thing that I learn, every first that I have, and every time I become a little bit more independent, I am placing the bricks that will eventually build my new home. I already have the foundation, great friends, a supportive family, and a somewhat decent work ethic, but now its time to get building.