3 years ago, I first stepped foot on Eastern Washington University’s campus. I had accepted my admission to a school I knew nothing about. After touring the campus, I was, to quote myself, “super excited to attend Eastern Washington University in the fall.” I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had this false idea and this high expectation that everything I had gone through would suddenly disappear when I moved to Washington. I was essentially running away from my problems only to discover that your problems will follow you wherever you go. Moving 866 miles away was not easy by any means. Especially for someone like me who, growing up, dreaded the idea of being away from her family. I cried. A lot. I questioned myself and the decisions I had made. Frequently. But in the end, I made the right decision. I remember a conversation I had on the phone with my Dad. I was questioning whether this move was the right thing to do. He reminded me that I am not the kind of person to make irrational decisions. He reminded me that even though this was hard (and it was) and even though I was terribly homesick (which I was) that in the end, I would not regret my decision to attend Eastern Washington University. He was right. Best decision ever.
Alexis Renae Griggs