Gratitude

 It feels good to go home. To the place you were raised. To see how things have changed but also how they’ve stayed the same.

 It feels good to have friends that although you don’t see them ever, will take the time to visit you as you’re passing through. 

 Headed to visit my college friends who took time to arrange a visit on our way from PA to OH. We’re meeting in the town of our Alma Mater, Slippery Rock. I love the energy of these girls. They raise me up. And I’m grateful to have people like them in my life. 

 

 We planned to go to a local restaurant for breakfast but the lady was super rude when we entered so we went to the dining hall for old times sake. 

 The campus is as beautiful as ever and it was a great day to walk around. 

 Now on to Ohio.