It’s totally acceptable to cry the first time you step foot on your old college stompin’ grounds, right? I hope that’s true, because this weekend I’ll make my first trip back to Athens since I graduated and I have a feeling there will be tears. I’ve been dreaming about walking under the arches, a trip to Last Resort and the Classic City lights.
When I graduated, I cried all the way into South Carolina, and the drive all the way to our final destination in Virginia was a long one to say the least. The years I spent in Athens are full of some of the best memories I have, with the people that are still closest to me. I can remember the excitement of waking up on game day and blaring music through the house as we decked ourselves out in red and black, the nights spent bar hopping downtown until it seemed there were no more drinks left to be had in Athens, and the foolish things my friends and I did because we were too young to know better and lucky enough to get away with them – sometimes I really wish I could relive those days. Deep down I know what makes them so special is the fact that they’re in the past though; that I can look back on them now and smile or call up my friends and laugh about all the crazy things we did and somehow managed to survive. Going back will be bittersweet, but I’m ready. They say you don’t know a good thing until it’s gone and man, are they right.