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| Spring Break 1988 Me, Frank (my college roommate) and My mom Pine Bluff, Arkansas |
There’s something inherently powerful about coming home for the first time during your freshman year of college. You don’t think about it at first, but once you leave home, every experience becomes a new experience.
Growing up, life had structure. If you were fortunate enough to live in the same house throughout your childhood, your world was familiar—your bedroom, your dining table, your living room set. School, extracurricular activities, and social events might have changed over the years, but at the end of the day, you always returned to the same space. This consistency fostered a sense of stability and discipline, shaping who you were without you even realizing it.
The College Shift: A New World Every Day
Then college happens. Every day is a new experience, an opportunity to explore a different version of yourself. The structure you once knew is gone, replaced by one you must now create for yourself. New relationships, new challenges, and new freedoms shape your days. And if you go away to college—especially to a place far from home—everything feels foreign, yet exhilarating.
When I left Pine Bluff, Arkansas, and traveled nearly 900 miles to Tampa, Florida, I knew I was stepping into a new world. But I don’t think I truly understood what that meant until I arrived.
I had never been to Florida. I had never been to Tampa. I had never seen cobblestone roads or palm trees. I had never lived near the water, let alone on a campus that sat right by the bay. I still remember the evenings when I’d go running through Hyde Park, then onto Bayshore Boulevard—the world’s longest continuous sidewalk. Running along the bay, seeing the lights reflecting on the water, and feeling the coastal breeze was almost surreal. It was peaceful, unfamiliar, and transformative.
Coming Home, But Not the Same
By the time I returned home for the first time in March 1988, I was not the same person who had left just months earlier. My best friend and roommate, Frank, traveled back to Arkansas with me, and even though we were both only 18, we had already been through experiences that had subtly reshaped us. We weren’t grown, and we weren’t necessarily wise, but we had begun the journey of becoming independent.
My mother, my family, and my friends could see it. I had changed.
So, when a young person in your life comes home from their first semester of college, recognize that they aren’t the same person who left. While they are still your child, grandchild, niece, nephew, or sibling, they have made real, independent decisions—some good, some bad, all their own. They are growing into themselves, becoming someone new.
And that’s the beauty of the journey.
What About You?
Have you experienced a transformation like this? Or have you watched a loved one come home from college changed? Share your thoughts in the comments!
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