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I am at the Clemson library with Sam and Haley. I finished all of my necessary work, and so now I am browsing the internet while the two of them finish whatever they are doing.
Can I just say that I really, really love it here. The atmosphere is so different from USC. It's like an actual college, not just buildings in the middle of a downtown. Everything is so close. Sam and I went for a run today and within 10 minutes were by the stadium. Not only would I feel like my life was being threatened if I tried to run near Williams-Brice, but the run today was actually pleasant. There is so much green, and it's so enclosed, and the town is so cute. Being back here reminded me of coming up here for a scholarship weekend in February of my senior year, and how much I loved it then, too. I remember how hard it was to decide between USC and Clemson, and it was really only the extra money offered by USC that made me decide. I came close to coming here.
And being here with three of the loves of my life... hanging out with them so casually, with no facades, and knowing that I will forever by unconditionally loved and accepted by them... it makes me want to come here so much. It isn't that I don't like USC. I love it. I love it right now, looking out at the horseshoe from our kitchen window. I love the Strom. I love being close to my family and close to Barnes & Noble. I love having Arielle and Emily so close, and I love RUF and my friends there and I really love most of my classes this semester. But there really is something about being here, having instant friends the second I got here, and not to mention being so close to Erskine, where so many other people whom I love and who love me are... it makes me want to transfer here so much. I have good scholarships at USC, but I could use some of them here. I would have to pay some, but I honestly think it might be worth it, to be close to these dear friends of mine and really fall in love with the college experience.
But I'm torn. There are so many things about USC that I love. Like I've mentioned. It would be hard being away from my family and not feeling the freedom or ability to go home every weekend. It would be hard leaving RUF. It would be hard leaving Ian. But other things would not be hard to leave at all. And so many things would be so easy to come to. Like Sam. Like Lauren. Like Haley. Three people who have been dear, dear friends for so long. They have all been hanging out and I must admit that getting here and seeing how well they get along and how much fun they're having made me so jealous. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad they have each other. But it seems so wrong, to see the three of them here, and not be here myself. I have been talking to Sam on the phone a lot over the past week since she got here, but that could not replace talking last night into the wee hours of the morning, or running with her this morning, or eating lunch together, or even studying at the library and not talking. Is it wrong to want to be with your friends so much? I don't know the answer to that, but I do know that it might have been bad to come up here so soon after school started, because it isn't going to make it any easier to go back. It is good to know that they are here, and aren't going anywhere, and that I can come and visit them whenever I have a free weekend. And it has been so refreshing. I don't have to 'try' to be friendly. I already am friends with them. I can be totally relaxed, be myself, and enjoy life in general.
Anyways. We're gonna go. Paul invited us over for dinner. Later!
Can I just say that I really, really love it here. The atmosphere is so different from USC. It's like an actual college, not just buildings in the middle of a downtown. Everything is so close. Sam and I went for a run today and within 10 minutes were by the stadium. Not only would I feel like my life was being threatened if I tried to run near Williams-Brice, but the run today was actually pleasant. There is so much green, and it's so enclosed, and the town is so cute. Being back here reminded me of coming up here for a scholarship weekend in February of my senior year, and how much I loved it then, too. I remember how hard it was to decide between USC and Clemson, and it was really only the extra money offered by USC that made me decide. I came close to coming here.
And being here with three of the loves of my life... hanging out with them so casually, with no facades, and knowing that I will forever by unconditionally loved and accepted by them... it makes me want to come here so much. It isn't that I don't like USC. I love it. I love it right now, looking out at the horseshoe from our kitchen window. I love the Strom. I love being close to my family and close to Barnes & Noble. I love having Arielle and Emily so close, and I love RUF and my friends there and I really love most of my classes this semester. But there really is something about being here, having instant friends the second I got here, and not to mention being so close to Erskine, where so many other people whom I love and who love me are... it makes me want to transfer here so much. I have good scholarships at USC, but I could use some of them here. I would have to pay some, but I honestly think it might be worth it, to be close to these dear friends of mine and really fall in love with the college experience.
But I'm torn. There are so many things about USC that I love. Like I've mentioned. It would be hard being away from my family and not feeling the freedom or ability to go home every weekend. It would be hard leaving RUF. It would be hard leaving Ian. But other things would not be hard to leave at all. And so many things would be so easy to come to. Like Sam. Like Lauren. Like Haley. Three people who have been dear, dear friends for so long. They have all been hanging out and I must admit that getting here and seeing how well they get along and how much fun they're having made me so jealous. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad they have each other. But it seems so wrong, to see the three of them here, and not be here myself. I have been talking to Sam on the phone a lot over the past week since she got here, but that could not replace talking last night into the wee hours of the morning, or running with her this morning, or eating lunch together, or even studying at the library and not talking. Is it wrong to want to be with your friends so much? I don't know the answer to that, but I do know that it might have been bad to come up here so soon after school started, because it isn't going to make it any easier to go back. It is good to know that they are here, and aren't going anywhere, and that I can come and visit them whenever I have a free weekend. And it has been so refreshing. I don't have to 'try' to be friendly. I already am friends with them. I can be totally relaxed, be myself, and enjoy life in general.
Anyways. We're gonna go. Paul invited us over for dinner. Later!