One thousand miles and fifteen hours away from my home in the cotton patches of West Texas, I had finally arrived at my destination. I was now standing on the campus of David Lipscomb University in Nashville, Tennessee. Just a week before, I had never even thought it would ever be possible for me to be here!
Lipscomb has been my university of choice since freshman year. When I first told my parents I wanted to attend a university a thousand miles away from home, I believe the looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know. Lipscomb and Nashville were not going to be an option for me. Little did they know, not attending was not an option for me! With a little help from my buddy Google, some pursuading and pleading, a flutter of my eyelashes to daddy, fifteen hours in the car, I was now in Nashville!
Nashville was a whole different world from West Texas. The first thing I noticed? There were trees everywhere! Not to mention this thing called humidity! However the biggest difference was the lack of wind! My bright blue stared intently at every little detail.
Soon enough I met some kids my age from Memphis, for all I knew they could have been aliens they were so different! They were hilarious people, especially Besty Apple, who’s dream is to one day be on Saturday Night Live! She was such a funny girl and we all had tons of fun hanging out. The Tennessee kids wanted to know more about Texas, and I was equally enthusiastic to learn more about Tennessee.
I found the friendliness of the people in Tennessee to be a very comforting thing! Every person I met on my trip was extremely nice to me. Every time I looked lost or confused (which was more than a few times) someone would come up to me and help me find my way.
Nights in the city were very exciting! The kids from Memphis adopted me into their group and every night they took me somewhere in the city to show me something new. My favorite night was when we went to the Parthenon! It was stunning! Out on the huge lawn we all ran, laughed, played, took pictures and made memories. It was truly a night to remember!
When the time came for me to return to Texas it was very bittersweet. Although I was going to miss my Memphis friends and music city, my heart was longing to return to the cotton patches and the deep blue blanket of stars. My trip to Nashville has motivated me to work hard to be able to go back. While I was in Nashville, I felt a sense of opportunity, like there was an open door around every corner just waiting for me to find. However, in another way, I discovered there is honestly no place like home. Now I cherish every moment inside my big, red brick home in the middle of the cotton patches, with the dream of Lipscomb becoming a reality one day at a time.
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