Midlothian, VA
Rhetoric and Gender Studies


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take me home, country roads

March 19, 2017

I thought I would share a few takeaways from the trip back from Spring Break in West Virginia on the road home to University of Richmond. 

A lot of our reflection time on the trip centered around what “home” means. This got me thinking about how Richmond has really become home for me — both the city, and UR. 

As we were driving into West Virginia, I saw a sign that said, “we love where we live.” It’s hard to describe what it is about the place we call home that makes it home. Some of the people I talked to in McDowell County, West Virginia, said they called their towns home because of the community or their connection to the mountains. There seems to be a feeling that home is made of what’s tangible and intangible.

One of the supervisors we met on our trip, Marsha, said that “your heart is in the hollow you were born in.” I think we get reborn just a little bit depending on what we experience — whether that’s coming to a new college, moving, or making new friends.


It makes it hard for me to describe what it is that makes Richmond home for me — I know part of it is the community, the location, the opportunities, the atmosphere. Even the architecture lends itself to making this campus feel like home for me. But I think Richmond is my home because of something that’s intangible.

I remember standing in the Robins Center the night of orientation. I hadn’t really met anyone yet, my parents had left earlier on in the day, so I was sitting by myself in the arena, with the rest of the incoming class. Part of me felt intimidated — I didn’t know anyone. But as President Crutcher began speaking, I suddenly felt very much at home, because I was in a crowd of fellow Spiders. 


In a way we were all very much the same. If you’re at Richmond, you’re very much a Spider, and you are very much part of this community, and nothing can change that. Sort of an intangible feeling, but one that makes you feel very tangibly home.

As our eleven passenger van lurched away from West Virginia, and began the trip back to Richmond, we all had a lot on our minds about what made UR home for us. Our first stop in the heart of Richmond was Libby Hill — home to one of the most amazing overlooks of the city. 

The sun was setting, and as the city spread out in front of us, I felt so happy to be back in Richmond. Happy, and cold, too, because it was almost freezing. It was an incredible view, a view that’s part of my home in the city.


As we drove up to Tyler Haynes Commons, our van started singing a modified version of the Bob Dylan song, Take Me Home, Country Roads,

Suburban roads, take me home

To the school I belong

Westhampton, Mount Modlin

Take me home, Keller Road.

And then we were home.

-Cory, ‘19

Hey Spiders! My name is Cory, and I’m a sophomore and transfer student. I’m a double major in Rhetoric and Communication and Women, Gender, and Sexuaity Studies. My goal in life is to one day work at Olivia Pope & Associates, or at least work in crisis management or public relations. I grew up between Florida, Colorado, and Virginia, and similar to Cady Heron in Mean Girls, I was homeschooled. I love traveling, shopping at Target, spending time with my cat (named Soren Kittegaard), attempting to keep up with the Kardashians, reading Albert Camus, and hanging out with friends. Keep an eye out for some posts specifically about the transfer life! Sneak peek: so far it’s been fantastic.

Why UR?

I didn’t really get connected to University of Richmond until I was a freshman in college. I met some amazing alumni and visited the campus and honestly fell in love with everything about Richmond. Michael Scott once said in The Office, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take - Wayne Gretzky,” and I knew that I had to take a shot and apply as a transfer student. I’m thrilled to be a Spider, to be at a university that feels like home, and to conquer my arachnophobia for once and for all.