There is a tree right outside my dorm window. Its willowy leaves lazily drift back and forth in the breeze, and for some reason, it feels like a kindred spirit to me. The tree reminds me that I don't have to have it all figured out right now. My roots have been planted, and they stretch far to the ground. They are tough and weathered, and will continue to be tested. The tree reminds me that I can continue to grow from my roots without fear that a strong wind will rip up my heart and destroy my branches.
I am thankful for my roots, my childhood, and all of the people that made it so memorable. Now it is time for a new adventure.