Call it a quarter-life crisis or call it insecurity, but if life were a race, I’d always fall behind.
Unlike many of my peers, I didn’t have the luxury of leaving my tiny hometown for school.
Now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve made lifelong friends here, and I am lucky to have met so many wonderful people.
But the fact remains: I was born, grew up, and went to school in my hometown.
I can’t help but feel a little jealous. There are so many opportunities and experiences that I feel like I missed out on. I would have loved to go to school in another town, another state even.
However, if I wasn’t here at IUP right here, right now, I might not be a double-major. I might not have such a close relationship with my family. I might not have adopted my cat, Ron. I might not have gotten involved in Her Campus either.
It might feel like I’m in a rut sometimes, but I have grown and changed so much as a person in my time at IUP.
I am very grateful for that.