Happy 168th Homecoming to Cornell College. I doubt they've had 168 homecoming celebrations. Did homecoming even exist in 1853? (Cornell University sure didn't. Ha! We're the older, smaller, and better (not a subjective opinion, at all) cousin—literally—in Iowa. Easily confusable, I know.) As a die-hard alum, I filled my house with flowers in school colors in honor of homecoming.    I say this with all the love in my heart: Cornell College is a very strange place. With only 1,200 students, you can and will find your Niche of Nerd; we even had some token Republicans on campus.  I found my people at Cornell. It brought the saddest, hardest, and happiest years of my life. I found my best friend. My first semester freshman year, I fell in love; I fell for him. Actually, I fell on him. Then I learned the pain of heartbreak, and managed to keep him as a partner.  I earned an education in life, love, relationships, and of course the classroom. I grew up at Cornell. I found home and family on the campus that was everything I didn't want and all the things I needed. It was the first place I felt whole. A space that gave me acceptance, love, family, friends, pain, recovery, poverty, plenty, adventure, respect, happiness, anger, truth, and peer review journals. This homecoming was special, and I was sad to miss it. My partner belonged to Mu Lambda Sigma, known as Milts, and my corsage is their colors. As any and all Milts will tell you without provocation, they are the oldest organization on campus. I love them because they gave me a safe space to reset my inner compass and learn to trust men. They were my favorite people on campus, and I miss them so much it hurts sometimes.  Happy Homecoming. I miss the good times and am thankful for the bad. Read more at: https://onthebl.org/2021/10/10/happy-168th-homecoming-cornell-college/ or through the link in my bio! @liketoknow.it http://liketk.it/3pqIE #liketkit