Nina Hind

These Are the Moments I’m Living For

Two years ago, I was a high school senior living in Lincoln, Nebraska, anxiously awaiting the day when I would receive my decision letters from all the universities I applied to. While this was such an exciting time, I felt stuck; stuck in the pattern of walking the same halls, going to the same places, and doing the same things. I had this deep longing for something new. For something to make me excited again. I was surrounded by incredible friends; however, I didn’t sense the same feeling of incompleteness in them that I did in myself.