Phoebe: Dinwiddie Hall

Dinwiddie isn’t a place I go back to to hang out because it’s beautiful, or even nice. It’s just a place where memories happened. Freshman year, that was my dorm, and those are my people. They’re my family. That’s why this is a sacred space for me, not because it was at all, again, beautiful or even clean or anything like that. I don’t come back because I miss my room or because I miss the lounge. I come back because that’s where those friendships happened. I can point to places and say “Oh, that’s the kitchen where Lamar almost electrocuted himself by putting a fork in the toaster!” Y’know, things like that that have been fun moments and brought us together as a group.

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