Ten years ago, I was fortunate enough to step foot into Austin and on to a campus that would forever change the way I looked at longhorns and the color of burnt orange. Each visit since then makes me want to turn back time and wish I could relive those carefree days – which consisted of a few hours of class, a bit of studying, eating, and lots of hours of fun, friends, and freedom. It was our own little world, in which everyone knew each other and we lived in for four years (of course there were still the Van Wilders that we left behind).
When I dropped my cousin off this past weekend, in the same dorm that I first stayed in, I was immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia. The smell, the looks of excitement on student faces, the feel of campus life – everything was the same. I felt a pang of jealousy towards all those around me who would be staying and I wished I could be taken back for just a few moments.
College was one of the best times of my life, though I’m sure there are many more fantastic times coming my way, I always feel that a part of me gets left behind every time I drive away from Austin and I miss it.
Though, I never attended a football game (don’t hate me!) – I will…forever…bleed orange.