The college with the cherry blossoms
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...