I’ve always been a fan of Valentine’s Day.
Growing up, my dad would buy me a bouquet of flowers, and my mom would make me heart-shaped, chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. I looked forward to indulging in endless supplies of Fun Dip and seeing if my crush had sent a candy gram to my class.
But when Feb. 14 creeps up on me now that I’m in college, the day has taken on a new meaning.
As an out-of-state student from South Florida, I’ve often experienced days where I’ve felt pretty lonely at school — and not because I’m not in a relationship.
My sense of home and comfort has drastically shifted at UNC. I’ve lived with six strangers in a suite-style hall, joined a student-run paper with no prior journalism experience and downed many dinners that in no way live up to my mom’s.