There's no place like Home

It's high time for a corny post (I love corn) about having many homes. I was nervous about returning to COA after a short break in DC and an incredible semester in Arizona. But after my first lunch in TAB, I was glad to be back in this warm and caring community (corny corn corn I know).


COA is home. My friends, Acadia, small school jokes, having classes in a castle, that... uhhh.. pleasant ocean breeze.

A fall bike ride in Acadia

Holi ocean-jump!

DC obviously is also home, my first home. No matter how far we go, my friends and I always manage to reconnect on some break or another and reminisce about our times together at DCPS.

A visit to the new Wilson... stairway to the grass.

Anna and I have our Yerba Mate Latte home tradition

Prescott became my home even though I was only there for five months. It was hard to avoid, what with my luck with my house and housemates and the sunny western welcoming attitudes.

Overlooking lil' Prescott

Grand Canyon was my classroom

And obviously, camp is home. West Virginia, mountain mamma. I was lucky to squeeze in two trips to The Cove this fall/ winter and spend lots of time with the camp friends and make the same really stupid jokes.

A group pic of a lengendary intersession. Can you see our grillz? Because we have them...

Here we are counting all of the birds. Can't you tell?

What I really meant to say is: As much as I miss my other homes, it is good to be back at my COA home. I'm going to stop before I say more corny things about how wonderful my friends are. Corn corn corny corn corn! 
(seriously I'm sorry about the corn. make corn pudding?)