Iowa was nice. It was nice to see my family. My dad did a ton of traveling for work while I was growing up and he had a desk job now, so it was a new dynamic. I had a larger town to explore and I loved college at UNI, but something was still off. I was depressed more and more every day because I felt so…lost in the world. I just couldn’t find my home.
I enrolled in the military later that spring and went to a base outside of Atlanta for training. I had a cyst develop on my wrist that the military deemed a “pre-existing condition” and I was medically discharged. Rather than journeying around the world on Uncle Sam’s dime, I was sent home to Iowa.
I went back to school that fall and changed from an education major to a communications major. I dated, I had relationships, and I started a non-school-sponsored International Students Club. I met interesting people, I learned about their home cities, and it only made me miss Minnesota more.
One year after coming back to Iowa, I left again…