On the snowy trail up to Table Rock, we stopped for a moment to look. Through the bare trees the pale sun was resting on the ridge of Old Speck, and Route 26 stretched thin below us. This Grafton Notch hike is one familiar to many Gould students.
“If you lived here, you’d already be home” Mr. Baker said, and we hiked on.
I could live anywhere, really. The world’s a big place, who knows where I will end up. So I could be at home anywhere too. Theoretically. I’ve been trying to convince myself of this recently with the prospect of going to college in the fall and spending the summer away from my family. Could I be at home at these places?
Next September, I will be moving into my dorm room. I predict that I will be scared witless. Scared that I won’t make any friends and that I won’t fit in and a scared of nameless other things. But I will try to remember the cold spring day on the trail up Table Rock, a place where I do feel at home, and I will think “If I lived in this dorm room, I’d already be home. So I guess I’m home.” That, I hope, will be a good feeling.
Have a good weekend,