HoMe

Although I have been here over a month, I am still waiting for Michigan to put the 'M' in "Home."

Of course there have been some highlights and great moments here...

But even meeting my high ultimate senior-year-of-high-school crush doesn't exactly detract from the feeling of being the smallest little Lita Fish in the world. While I feel that I have had many quintessential Michigan experiences (meeting someone who is almost 7 feet tall, for example), there are a few major differences between my expectations and the reality of life at a huge university.

I came from a high school with a graduating class of 60 people. I knew that I was making an adjustment, but this being only a fraction of my school, is a little overwhelming:

I never understood just how isolating it would be not knowing a single soul in this crowd coming here, especially with 65% having come from this state, and most of the people I've met knowing at least one or many people from their high school. 

Though all this still gives way to unbelievable homesickness from a girl with the most hometown pride of anyone she knows (especially with the Pirates going to the NLDS for the first time in 21 years - let's go bucs!!!) I know that I've only been here for a little bit and soon my black and yellow heart may bleed a little into the blue and yellow I know it longs to become.

After all, I've still got plenty of (Michigan) time.