Sometimes we know exactly where we belong. We know as soon as we arrive. Or as soon as we step into a new place and feel the welcoming presence of community. A place you choose to be a part of, even if it’s temporary.

I used to say I wanted to go to a certain college after high school. I thought that was my dream, but it changed when I visited the campus. It didn’t quite feel right. I didn’t belong there. I grew up loving the idea because I loved the town for other reasons. We had always visited family in the area.

The search continued and I soon found where I would belong for 4 years. I knew this place, this town would be my home away from home as I toured the college and saw friendly faces everywhere. I sped ahead in my wheelchair to explore and people opened doors for me. (My mom quickly caught up.)

This was it. I didn’t need to look any further. No more road trips or flipping through endless brochures. I knew where I was going.

Longwood is where I belonged for my college days. Those 4 years were full of the kinds of adventures I still miss today, eight years after graduation.

But now I belong somewhere else.

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