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Neighbors Growing Together | Dec 7, 2016

Sally's swan song

By Sally Y. Hayes

By SALLY Y. HAYES

Mt. Pleasant News

Yes, this is my final column for the Mt. Pleasant News.

My fiancé and I have decided to move; we believe that opportunity is knocking at our door and now is our chance to embark on a new adventure. We will be heading a couple of hundred miles south and each plan to go back to school for further education.

We’ll be back to visit, I’m certain of it.

I have left Mt. Pleasant for extended times before and enjoyed the adventure each time, however this leave is different – more nerve-racking (I swear I see a new gray hair each day).

The summer before high school I left for nearly a month for the first time without my parents or sister for a student ambassador trip to Australia. This first night I was terribly homesick, but knowing that I had home to come back to made the rest of the trip enjoyable.

Four years later I went across the Mississippi to Monmouth College for my bachelor’s degree. Again, the homesickness showed its ugly head, but knowing that I could return home on the weekends and would see my parents at my weekend soccer matches made that first semester go by smoothly.

However, by the time I wore that mortarboard and crossed the stage it felt as though I had finally found my home away from home and I had to depart – leaving friends, roommates and teammates that used to live just across the hall and whom I ate each meal with now states away.

In 2008, the summer of the floods, I spent the summer in Ireland on an archaeological dig. I hopped on a plane in O’Hare and landed in Dublin, not knowing another soul on the project. But by the time I packed up the suitcase I had lived out of for weeks I felt that I had found another home away from home.

Each time I left, I came returned home, to Mt. Pleasant. Now it’s time to establish a new home and nervous hardly describes how I’m feeling.

Luckily, this time I’m not going alone, I have my best friend alongside me.

Mt. Pleasant is and will always be my hometown. The only time I moved in my childhood was two blocks down the street. I began my education at Grasshopper Green and wore a maroon cap and gown following my senior year at MPCHS.

I played my first soccer match at East Lake Park and went on to play at the collegiate level. I wish I could count how many hours I spent out there over the years.

I enjoy running to the grocery store and it taking longer than expected because Will and I run into people we know.

And I’ll miss hearing the marching band practicing in the foggy mornings this fall, each note bringing a memory to mind of the time I spent toting my trumpet around. After all, I met my future husband in Mr. DePriest’s marching band.

Yes, Mt. Pleasant has been my home, with a memory around each corner. I’d like to extend a hank you to the community that has shaped who I am today.

But now is Will’s and my chance to establish a new home, our home.