I left my beloved boarding school in Germany and my parents’ home on the field in France when I turned eighteen. I was headed to college in a new state in my passport country: Michigan. I was a little excited, but mostly terrified.
I grieved my high school graduation like it was a death: never again would I see these friends in this place, and I cried enough tears that summer to fill the Rhine River. I faced my future as bravely as I could, knowing that a college education was the key to achieving my career goals, but it made my departure no less heart wrenching.