A match beyond the court
Dawn peeked from behind the Blue Ridge Mountains, bathing the tennis courts at Lees-McRae College in gold. With racket in hand, I stood there in the coolness of the morning, the chill of the air on my skin. An infant was on his way to sports. Being an international student from Cádiz, Spain, I had always dreamed of playing tennis at college level in America. The thrill of competition and the camaraderie of my teammates infused me with a sense of purpose. I sensed a burden on my shoulder that day which I wasn't able to shake away. My phone was calling, buzzing notifications back to back. Messages from friends, news about my family, and collective posts about my new friends were filling up the internet. On one side, that was a good sign; it kept everything constantly alive and connected me with my past while I was trying to deal with a new life. On the other side, I felt some loneliness while reading their posts. My friends were sharing their joys and pains while I was thousands of...