TO THE EDITOR:
Fourty-eight hours in Edinburgh, racing home to London and staying up until 2 a.m. to watch our Tar Heels beat Dook was truly priceless.
As we cheered, embraced and screamed, I realized every Tar Heel all the way across the pond in Chapel Hill was doing just the same. One rivalry, one team, one Carolina, brought us all together. I reveled in the feeling of what it truly meant to be a Tar Heel, and why it is so great to be one.
Being a Tar Heel is not limited to the confines of the Southern piece of heaven.
It is all-encompassing. It’s making a new home in London, it’s eating your way through Paris with new friends, it’s St. Patties in Dublin, it’s Stockholm on a whim, it’s being Danish in Copenhagen and, most importantly, it’s being born and bred to live every day with joy, courage, passion, curiosity, humility and hope regardless of where you are in the world!
Although I longed to storm Franklin Street after that final buzzer, I was not sad, yet overjoyed. I was not missing out, rather gaining. I have gained an amazing memory of being in London when Carolina beat Duke and reigned as ACC champions!
I have gained an incredible chance to see the world. I have gained new, lifelong friendships. I have gained a Tar Heel family and a place to call home. I have learned that even from 3,882 miles away, it’s always a great day to be a Tar Heel!
Abby Davis
Junior
