W hy am I staying in Chapel Hill this summer?
That’s a great question. I’ll get back to you on that.
See, I live on an island.
I’m from Oak Island, N.C., where we spend our summers tan and happy. After the past three months of thinking, “This is going to be the time I freeze to death,” when I walked to class, going home where it’s always warm sounds like heaven.
In my hometown, we don’t have snow days — we have hurricane days. We skip school only to see our teachers relaxing on the beach a few yards away. I still haven’t forgiven Chapel Hill for the icy hell that was the past three months.
And I’m giving up a summer of hot sand, the ocean and a weekly 25-cent wing night to live and work at 151 E. Rosemary St. as the DTH’s Summer Editor-in-Chief.
Some may call me crazy. You wouldn’t be wrong.
If it helps any, I also can’t find a subletter for my apartment.
Everyone says the summer in Chapel Hill is an experience you can’t miss. These are the same people who told me going to UNC would be one of the best decisions of my life. Turns out they weren’t wrong, so I’m going to trust the majority again.