The Riaky Road #4; Musings from the Author

And the winner is!

Today, I had my friends and family participate in a poll about what I should write about tonighr. Well, the results are in, and for tonight I will be discussing one regret I have abit moving to New York. This post will be really short - I'm late, tired, and typing this all out with my thumbs on my phone (talk about regret).

One thing, among many, that I will regret is leaving Emory.

Emory has been my home since I was toddler, and it has been the most constant place in my entire life, so it is very difficult to leave.

As a child, I would come to campus with my mother, who started working at Emory nearly 30 years ago. I would wander campus aimlessly or go hang out in the library and read all day. I can remember getting lost in the stacks, and asking Librarians " um, 'scuse me ma'am, can you tell me where to find the Wayside School Books," or"sir, how many books can I take home in one trip." When he would tell me, "as many as you cam carry," I would use my shirt tail to stack.books into as if it was a book.hammock.

We moved around a lot, my family, and I was always having to make new friends. I remember going to 2 or 3 different elementary schools, 2 middle schools, and 1 high school. But Emory never moved.

After 20odd years being involved with the Emory Community, it made so much sense that I would get my degree here, make friends here, and experience warm sandwiches. I was an RA, I graduated, from oxford.

This will be a part 1, as I am tired and just want to beat midnight.