Warm sun, cool breeze. Crisp autumn leaves. Beautiful reds, golds and oranges adorn the trees, decorate the sidewalks. Crunching below my feet as I walk, whirling into little rustles of mini-cyclones. It’s Fall in Nashville, and it’s beautiful.
I’m here on a mini vacation. Vanderbilt Homecoming this weekend – the unveiling of a special portrait for an amazing recently-retired professor and a visit to friend who is going for his third Vanderbilt degree (and he didn’t even go here for undergrad!).
The campus is more beautiful than I remember. Brick buildings, regal reminders of another time, rising high and mighty against the blue sky. Cobbled pathways that were always murder on my stilettos. And trees, all the beautiful trees, everywhere trees.
The people are different, but they look the same. Polo shirts and khaki shorts; side-swept bangs and pearls. Prim, proper, hair done, make-up on, bright colors, dresses, shirts, ties, even just for a Saturday afternoon football game.
The law school. Unchanged. Well, except for those new fabrics on some of the chairs in the main sitting areas. Those were needed, I remember some of the chairs being quite threadbare. Far fewer familiar faces, but that comes with the passage of time.
I spent most of my time wandering around the campus, not the law school. I often rambled around campus, going to other buildings, studying in the main library with the undergrads, eating in the campus center cafeteria. It was these places I wanted to see. The paths I used to take home as I cut through campus between the law school and my apartment. The Commons area of campus where Mr. Trizzle and I would often hang out. The ins and outs of my happy memories.
I miss Vanderbilt. I miss living in Nashville. It’s a really great place. But I wouldn’t trade my fabulous job for it.