Slowly strolling through the never ending campus,

A long way from my childhood home.

It's the middle of March, the beginning of 

Spring, but it’s still beyond cold.

I feast my eyes on the enormous buildings in sight,

Everything is doused in beautiful red brick

And ice white windows.

The meticulously cut grass is emerald green, and 

The tan concrete bridge that says Illinois State University

In white lettering stands before us.

As we approach the bridge that hovers above the 

Two lane road, I gaze upon

The multi-story library on our left that 

Dwarfs us. 

It’s distinctive and intricate design catches my eye

In an instant. 

With the wedged shaped student center behind us,

And the open green quad to our north,

I admire how the bright white sunshine bathes the

The gray concrete and crimson red brick

Around us.

That white light practically blinds me, but I can

Still see how incredible this newly discovered 

Place really is.

We continue to stroll through this bright new world,

And shortly reach the center of the 

Hand crafted overpass.

Students pass by us left and right, there is a 

Pep in their step like I have never seen.

My pupils dilate as I gaze upon the twin Hewett-Manchester

Towers. They stand proudly in between 

Two winding roads, forming an oval shape around their Worldly presence.

We spot an enormous bell that once stood atop the

First building on campus, watching as the times changed.

We enjoy the sight of a sanctuary of

Green trees, green grass, and even more 

Red buildings that are vintage, but yet still kept to the Highest standard.

Thankful for now, when I can feel an indescribable

Sense of belonging.

When I feel at home in a place that is completely new to 

Me.

We walk on the zig-zagging sidewalk, making our way

Towards the tallest building between Chicago and 

St. Louis.

I admire the breathtaking view atop this gargantuan structure

And ponder the speed of time.

How it accelerates, how it warps as you grow older.

Following a delightful meal, I step outside with my family and take in my surroundings.

This concrete jungle is calling me home.