My freshman year of college was a doozy. We’d moved cross-country five times in nine years, and just when I thought I was getting my footing and earned a scholarship to my dream North Carolina school, my family moved again; this time to Florida. My parents told me I needed to pick a Florida school for tuition purposes and the “selection” process that followed was about as intentional as throwing a dart in the dark. I ended up at Florida State University and embarked on what was one of the… Continue reading my new room
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