Home to Harvard

Posted on February 4th, 2016

While I can’t say I’m looking forward to the red eye flight, Ian and I are so excited to return to Harvard tonight.  And not just because of the food!

Okay.  Maybe a little bit because of the food.

It’s my first trip back since Ian’s graduation, so I did a little stroll down memory in the name of nostalgia.

In case you missed it, I didn’t go to Harvard, but, through Ian, it played such an important role in my life.  During the years while Ian was at Harvard, I was an unhappy sophomore at Vanderbilt, a UPenn student waking up early and working about thirty hours a week while in school, and a consultant working in Manhattan.  It was a lot of turnover, and not a lot of constant.

But when I was in Cambridge, I did the typical college student thing, and Ian’s incredible group of friends kindly let me latch on.  I certainly had my share of college shenanigans at Penn, but I didn’t really allow myself to relax in the same way.  I spent more and more time at Harvard, eventually going about every other weekend last year.  And while I don’t miss long distance dating or incredibly yucky college dorms, I definitely miss our New England adventures with some of our closest friends.

PS Take a good look at this photo of Ian and his roommates– these are the exact seven men who will be at the end of the aisle next August!