Coming from out of state made this adjustment a little harder than I would have ever expected. I loved my home in Northern California, so adjusting to a new home I felt was going to be very different. Being able to come to a different state, making a whole new set of friends stuck in my mind and I felt that it was time to pick up and move on from my home town Dublin, California. There are many memories that I will leave behind but a whole new world to endue here in Flagstaff, Arizona.

So when I was asked to write a narrative essay on the “heart” of Flagstaff and what it means to me, I was somewhat intimidated by this town that I called home. Like any other college student, I quickly blew this assignment off and focused on other aspects of my life like what outfit I was going to wear Friday night and if I was going to ma

ke it home in time to watch Friends.

One by one we launched our bodies down the white runway, as if we were jets taking off into the blue sky. To me, this childish act brought back happy memories of winters when I was a kid playing in the snow, when it was so easy to be oblivious to the fact that you could not feel any of your limbs.

As I made my way up to the top of the mountain, my lungs screaming for air, I looked around me. The little breath that I had left inside me was suddenly taken away by the beautiful surroundings. slowly looked around me as I felt little sprinkles of white snow began to fall on my face and wet my eyelashes. The sky hanging over us was saturated in a purplish hue and the aspen trees were slowly blanketed with a sheet of white powder.

While everyone around me was making their decent down the hill, I just stood their, realizing something that I had Inever realized before. The mountain, with its beautiful skin of aspen trees and white snow, grabbed on to me and wouldn’t let me go. It had plunged me into this deep experience where I was unable to crawl out of. It was then that I realized what a truly beautiful place I lived in and that until that very moment, every single day that I had been the

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