The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
We visited the college a lot that summer. The new townhouses being built to replace the old 70s-era cluster houses were being continuously worked on and we wanted to see the progress every step of the way.
By this point we were still able to walk around inside the unfinished buildings a bit. It was neat to see the place we’d later be living in while it was still like a skeleton, while it was still being birthed into the world.
I don’t know what it was about the buildings that kept drawing us back. I suppose it would be the same with a house, if we were building a house. It was as if we felt the need to come by every couple of weeks and inspect the builders progress. The houses would only be ours for a year but we were treating them as if they would be ours for a lifetime.
And, since we were the closest to them in terms of location, it was sort of up to us to go see them and report to those persons who weren’t all that close to campus.