The cherry blossom festival holds my most sentimental memories.
The lush, pink flowers covered the trees, the ground, even the sky at times.
I ran through the festival as a child, twirling through these petals, parading through the sprinklers.
It was luck that gave me the beauty of this day.
The unpredictable trees finally bloomed and the sun showed itself after days of cold rain.
It was a version of beauty and perfection my eyes had never seen.
I longed for this fulfilled feeling ever since that day and couldn’t quite find it until I visited Georgetown.
The atmosphere, the location, the programs - all perfect.
I could finally see my future, studying in Lauinger Library, camping out in front of Healy Hall to see the newest speaker, discovering the vast neurological pathways the brain houses.
Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was fate, but at Georgetown, I experienced the cherry blossom festival all over again.
Georgetown let me relive my perfect day, and showed me all the ones I could have there.
