It was the only thing on my mind the last two weeks of fall semester, and when I got there, my friends didn’t let me down — they know who they are.
Finals were stressful, and it was very difficult to study when all I wanted to do was read “Twilight.” Ya’ll who read it know what I mean.
I finally made it back to good ol’ P-Town. Jet lag didn’t last too long, and before someone could say “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” I was through the door attending anything from basketball games to wrestling matches. I could not explain how loved I felt when I was home, and all the people I had not seen in four months welcomed me with open arms.
Patterson has definitely grown a bit since I’ve been away. At the high school games, there was an overwhelming amount of freshmen — and we have a Taco Bell for crying out loud! It was the first place I went to eat at, which would be no surprise to the 2007-08 Patterson girls basketball team.
Staying in shape for softball was crucial, and it helped to have a membership to Patterson Health & Fitness and my “little” sister Sam to work out with. Ya’ll can probably guess fast food stopped there — well, almost.
The holidays were family- and friend-oriented, and that’s just how I like them — surrounded by all the people I love.
After most of my college friends went back to school, Patterson was slowing down once more. But I still had my two best friends to drink Starbucks coffee with.
After a while, it became awkward going to games at the high school I no longer attend. There are always people that say, “Oh, they’re still living in high school.”
As a matter of fact, I go not only because I have friends who play, but also because of the coaches who supported me through my four high school years and the never-ending sense of Tiger Pride at little ol’ PHS.
But no matter how much I love my home town, I have a new home in Texas. And there are many memories in the making, from softball to my newfound love of dancing (which I might add, I am pretty good at now).
I’m back at Midwestern State University in Wichita Falls, Texas, and I still have my tough days of homesickness, but the good outweighs the bad for now. Just the other night, I went to see Josh Abbott Band in concert at a local bar called Outskirts, right on the outskirts of Wichita Falls.
The boys also continue to bite, but I’m not quite ready to reel any in just yet. Single life is treatin’ me well.
Classes started Monday, and softball starts Feb. 2 and goes through May.
Wish me luck. Happy New Year, Patterson!