Huntingdon, PA

We found ourselves surrounded in boxes and chaos. A chaos, that four years in, feels rather normal. Except, this year we have a small house to spread out all our junk whereas usually we have a small cramped dorm room. Moving into the house across from the football field feels completely surreal. I have my own kitchen, my own shelves, my own room, closet, basement.

Driving over the bridge that carries us over the Juniata River going into Huntingdon left me a little emotional. And maybe was that was because I was at a frayed wits end at after a long 8 days of driving. Maybe it was because I was tired and Walky had accidentally slipped that Spain won the game I was planning to watch later....or maybe it was because it felt like I was coming back to something familiar, and good, and comfortable after a long vacation far away.

So we began unpacking the boxes and arranging our pictures on the walls for our last year at college. And man, does it feel strange.