Missing Clemson

Last night I had a dream that Eric and I took a bunch of our DC friends down to Clemson for homecoming. We kept telling them, "oh, just wait until you've had lunch at Harcombe, it's the best!" But when we got there everything was different. They had a big smoothie stand instead of the old ice cream machines. I like smoothies, but it just wasn't the same. It made me think about how sad it is when they knock down old buildings in Clemson and replace them with new fancy ones. I mean, it's nice to see things are improving, but I still miss the old stuff. Like Johnstone. It really needed to come down. I wouldn't live there. But seeing that big open space makes me bitter. Anyways, regardless of whether or not Clemson changes, I still miss it...the town itself and just being in college in general.

I miss...

Being able to walk everywhere. This is definitely what I miss the most. It kept me in shape, gave me a chance to just be outside, to see people, and really feel like a part of a community.

The mild winters. And the way every one freaked out if it snowed! That was lots of fun.

Learning.

Student government...feeling like I was doing something important.

The goose bumps that I got at the start of every home football game. Or at the end when every one sang the alma mater.

Okay, Harcombe! The salad bar with pineapples, the country fried steak, macaroni and cheese, fried okra, sweet tea, and grilled cheese sandwiches. And cookie break. I dream about it at night. Literally.

Going out on the lake, hiking in the mountains, running on top of the dikes, walking through the Botanical Gardens, or just laying in the grass on Bowman. I always felt so close to nature there.

Having an endless supply of churches to choose from, with lots of people my age.

Feeling really safe and at home.