“College flies by, you better enjoy it while you’re there.”
When you’re a high school senior, you hear this from virtually every adult that talks to you about your upcoming years. You chalk it up to some old-school cliché, don’t think much more about it and go back to celebrating the end of your lower-level schooling.
Then, four years goes by in the blink of an eye and you realize that your elders do, in fact, know what they are talking about.
I came to Columbia from Alpharetta, Georgia, a suburb roughly 45 minutes north of Atlanta.