As a person who has spent the bulk of my almost 21 years of existence within the city limits of Chapel Hill, it might be tempting to believe I know everything I’ll ever need to about this area.
This is a sentiment I’ve sometimes noticed among friends approaching the end of their time at UNC, but it’s especially an idea I often heard expressed by people I went to high school with just before we graduated.
At times, it has been a notion I have entertained as well. It’s easy to fall into a routine, to feel too busy to imagine the lives that unfold beyond the sights of our familiar routes.
But in reality, it was a ridiculous thought. It’s impossible to know and understand the lives of every person even in a small town, and Chapel Hill is no longer a small town.
It’s a big town, and it’s getting bigger.
But summers in Chapel Hill feel different.
There are plenty of reasons I love Chapel Hill in the summer — near-daily YoPo trips, warm nights, outdoor music, pickup basketball with old friends — but it’s the town’s temporary contraction in size and slowdown in pace that infatuate me.
In the summer, everyone seems in less of a hurry and more willing to talk. Chapel Hill feels more like the town of my childhood — a place where people have time to tell stories.
I think it’s this quality, more than any other, that attracted me to pursue the Summer Editor position at The Daily Tar Heel.