Coming into college, I had a singular qualm: I was so deeply afraid of being the same person in four years. After one of the most important people in my life was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer during my senior year of high school, I experienced a period of early maturity in which I became intimately aware of how important time is. I was no longer able to relate to the friends I surrounded myself with since childhood and I no longer recognized myself. Thus began my thought experiment: what would happen if I moved to an entirely new place (albeit across the country and in rural Ithaca)? Who would I become over the course of my Cornell experience?