Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • The wind was blowing violently but nothing really seemed wrong, maybe this is normal for the area, I thought to myself. After all, I had never been to Missouri before, Springfield to be exact.

    It was a bit cooler than comfortable, and much more windy but I had been driving for 14 hours and was desperate to do some walking so I went to explore the area. My hotel was just off the interstate and surrounded by some bustling streets.

    I walked around to a local grocery store, a coffee shop, an outdoor adventure retail store with a garden on the roof. The stuff of normal everyday Springfield jumped out to me in every detail like I was seeing it all for the first time.

    I went into a bookstore that looked like a home, bought two or three books I had never heard of before but seemed cool, then proceeded to sit on the side of the road and read.

    I was alone, I didn't really CHOOSE to be alone, I just didn't know anyone else from Georgia who was deciding to go to school is Springfield.

    I had never met anyone from this place I was going, I had just heard about it from a mentor, prayed about it, and was ready to experience something new.

    I had driven all this way for a two day experience of the college located in a massive church, I got lost the first time I went inside and had to ask a stranger for help. She smiled and even walked me to the other side of the building even though it looked like she had just picked up her kid from the day care there.

    When it grew darker outside I decided to retreat to my hotel room and as I sat silently in the climbing elevator, wondering to myself what on earth I was getting myself into, I knew... I was exactly where I should be, this was absolutely the right thing.

    None of my friends and family really knew what to think, my family said sure, my boss at work told me it was a bad idea, I was preparing to go to Georgia Tech after all, why would I ditch that much more lucrative education for a small college in a church in Missouri? Well it just felt right, I knew it was right. Not for everyone.. for me.

    That's how I knew I was growing up.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.