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A family of four stand in front of a stone wall inside Moosilauke Ravine Lodge. There are two daughters on either side of the mother and father. Everyone is smiling.

This winter, I took Geography 4: Introduction to Geospatial Thinking. I ended up in the class on a whim—during the first week of the term, my god sister said she really was liking it so I switched into it at the end of our course add-drop period. To be honest, I was a little afraid to take a geography class. I had no idea what to expect, and my country-naming abilities are, let's just say, poor.

The two themes from the beginning of our class that stood out to me the most were space and place. How are these two terms different? How do we define place? Why might we be living in a space-based era more than ever?

As the term continued on, I started to think about how people define home, too. And, in the midst of all of this, I started to realize that Dartmouth may fit my definition of home. So, for my final paper, I decided to explore this very sentiment. While I won't get into the data collection aspects (I ended up surveying around 30 students on how they define home), I want to share a paragraph that sums up my motivation to tackle this project at all. Because, in its essence, I think it perfectly shows what I try to explain through these blog posts and my campus tours. Dartmouth stands out because of our deep sense of place. So much so that a girl who spent the first 18 years of her life in Seattle calls this campus "home."

This fall, I went to the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge with a Dartmouth Outing Club trip. My parents were visiting me for the weekend, too, and thus they came along to dinner. Once seated, I decided that it was fitting that, like on any Dartmouth Outing Club trip, everyone went around the table and introduced themselves. As always, I began with explaining the prompts: "Say your name, your pronouns if you're comfortable, and where you're from or where you call home." When it was my dad's turn to answer the questions, I was completely caught off guard by his response. "While I went to high school in South Carolina," he said, "I really do consider Dartmouth and New Hampshire to be my home." I was taken aback: it was the first time that any student had responded that Dartmouth was their home, much less an alum who graduated in 1997. As the months went on, I never forgot about what my dad had said that night. Over time, I began to realize that I saw Dartmouth in the same light as him.

Two white girls smile for a photo while sitting down for dinner at the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge. One is wearing a blue sun hoodie and the other is wearing a grey sweatshirt.
A photo from this very dinner! Addy and I had led the trip together.

I always like to say that, at this point in my Dartmouth career, I am always homesick. While I'm in Hanover, I miss Seattle. And when I'm at my parents' house, all I want is to be back with my friends here. While you're considering your acceptances, Class of 2029, think about whether you could find a sense of home on each school's campus. Because, in short, I cannot express to you how lovely this feeling is.

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