"Right now I’m nestled in between the mountains of western North Carolina at the summer camp I grew up coming to, year after year. It’s a home away from home.
From this past January to May, however I called a completely different place home: London, England. I had always known I wanted to study abroad and in the back of my mind, London always stuck. I’m not exactly a city kid; I’m used to nature and seeing towering trees- not skyscrapers. I was ready to get out of my comfort zone and discover new things about this world we live in, but also about myself.
As I flew out of Atlanta, headed across the Atlantic Ocean, I would’ve asked the pilot to make a u-turn had I not had such an amazing group of people to leave behind. My family and friends were all my cheerleaders and their confidence in me gave me a sense of security that I was doing the right thing. A lot of my support system consisted of my sisters in Tri Delta.
Ellen with one of her littles and grandlittles at a Tri Delta function. |
Ellen and Anna Drew (later mentioned) during Tri Delta recruitment. |
After being New Member Educator and on Standards board, I thought I was ready for a break from Tri Delta. Late night meetings and weeks of planning the retreat had me a little worn out. All of that got flipped upside down as I watched from afar (4,059 miles to be exact) as my sisters killed it back in Columbia. I was beaming with pride as I watched my best friend and roommate, Kaitlin, go above and beyond as our new president. I bragged to my San Diego roommate about how much we had raised for St. Jude, breaking records and goals we set for ourselves. Then I got bummed as I saw instagrams of the trip to Memphis to visit the hospital, wishing I could return because of the tremendous impact that trip had left on myself the previous year. I saw my beautiful friends dress up as hippies for Woodstock and bikers for Biker Bowl. Ironically enough, just like the campers I’m surrounded by at the moment, I began to get a little homesick. Or, as I like to call it, “Tri Delt sick.”
One of Ellen's photos from London! |
But then a beautiful thing began to happen. I saw that Tri Delt wasn’t really missing from my life as much as I believed. In fact, I saw it reflected in many of my daily surroundings. I got a nice dose of our sisterhood with a visit from another one of my best friends, Anna Drew, as she crossed the pond for her spring break. We talked rush and home life gossip as I showed her the amazing city I was privileged so live in. I even ran into Karolina, another sister who was studying in Paris with a weekend trip to London, in the middle of Urban Outfitters of all places!
Anna Drew and Ellen on her trip across the country to see her! |
As I made new friends, I attempted to explain the bonds of sisterhood, our ritual (don't worry, I kept the important stuff secret) and the unexpected pride I had of our sorority. But I usually ended up just saying, "You just sort of have to get it." But I think the very best things in life are like that, at least in my life. I struggle describing my camp as well as the sorority I belong to. But as the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I can't wait to rejoin everyone back in Columbia in August!"
Delta Love,
Ellen
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