All Roads Lead to Home
Just a few days ago, the roads around my neighborhood were re-paved.
For the ten years I’d known them, they were rocky and uneven, with little potholes. I remember coming to this house right before moving in, and the first thing I noticed was that the road definitely did not match the straight, clean lines of the house it led to.
That’s changed now. A thick layer of tar has been put over it, and it’s smooth and perfectly even now, like a shiny new racetrack or the school blacktop. Not faded black and brown like the old road after years and years and years. It’s just black, and it looks even blacker next to the pale gray driveway.
It makes my mom so happy. And the neighbors can’t stop talking about it either. So smooth, so nice!
But I missed the old road at first.
Somehow it had been familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It was strangely comforting. I loved that it had been untouched since the 20th century, that it didn’t look like the roads in newer parts of town. I loved that I knew we were home the instant our car made a right turn onto our road and I felt it bump along.
But then, on every family walk I’d discover a different crack in the road. I’d pretend the road was a tightrope and walk along it to see how long I could keep my balance. That road gave me an adventure.
I sat there thinking, what adventure could this new road possibly give me? It has no personality, no character. It’s so smooth and plain that it’s boring.
I don’t think I was really thinking about the road.
Lately, I can’t stop second-guessing my college decision. I see pictures of and hear about people having new adventures in their new schools. Some far, far away from home. And lately I regret not doing enough research before I started applying to colleges. I didn’t push myself to explore ALL the opportunities out there.
Am I too close to home? Should I have gone to a private school? A women’s college? A school in the city? Across the country? Is my school too boring? Will it keep me from challenging myself? From growing? From achieving what I want?
No. No. No no no. No. There can be dream schools, but there are no perfect schools. No school can have EVERYTHING, even if an Instagram picture and the school website make it seem like it does.
The school I go to doesn’t change how hard I’ll work for the future. It doesn’t change the end goal. No matter the road I choose, it’s still going to lead to a career, a good life, and somewhere I’m meant to be.
All roads lead to home.