We’ve all figured out by the time we finish college that life is a system of crossroads. Binghamton is just another stop on this bus ride to aspiration. It’s exciting and scary and nerve wracking. We take a turn at life’s crossroads and hope for the best. Basically, college is one big fork in the road, one big decision masked in all these smaller decisions.
I’m able to look back at four years of university life while deciding my next move, and I’m feeling surprisingly calm. I’m ready to get back on that bus ride for more bus stops even if they are across the world, even if I’m not thinking twice about leaving Binghamton.
I think it’s because I’ve realized there are some people who purposefully settle at the crossroads in order to help others cross it. Our Binghamton Chabad has done just that – it’s been there for me at the fork in the road, giving me the backbone to securely pass through the crossroads and to move past what I’ve learned here in order to learn more.
Someone has to be there to help us get on with our lives, past this Binghamton ‘stop’. I am so grateful I am able to get past this place having known it through the vision of our Chabad House.
Sometimes, it’s the people who make a place holy.
Sometimes, amongst the longing for greater (and warmer) places, even Binghamton, NY, can feel like home.