When I decided to attend college in New England, there were a few things I forgot to factor into the equation: the distance from home, the subzero temperatures, and most importantly the lack of Chick-fil-A.

People who grow up in Midlothian, Virginia know that Chick-fil-A is more than a restaurant; it's an experience. My high school years were filled with countless Chick-fil-A runs. In fact, when I got my license, my first act of independence was to venture out for some grilled “nugs” (sometimes you gotta be healthy right?). Before I left my Chick-fil-A filled comfort zone, I never considered life without it. My friends and I frequented "Chick" for breakfast, lunch dates, and before football games. Once a year we all dressed up as cows just for a free meal. In summary, where I am from Chick-fil-A is a way of life.

When I packed my bags and flew up to Massachusetts, I was distressed to find there was not a Chick-fil-A in sight. I surely missed the original sandwich, the chicken minis, and the lemonade, but I longed for the adventure of a trip to Chick-fil-A. One thing high school taught me is that all serious conversations should include a box of nuggets. Where were those conversations to be held: certainly not the dining hall. College dining halls serve their purpose in providing basic sustenance; Chick-fil-A is a delicacy. It leaves customers with a smile on their face. They have tasty food, phenomenal service, cute cows and free ice cream. It begs the question what else do you need in life?

Without "Chick," I was lost. There was a large void in my life, and I had no idea how to fill it. Every day felt like Sunday. After a tough day of classes, I craved nuggets. To be honest, I dreamt about their mouthwatering aroma. I may have been going through withdrawals. It is hard to explain my passion to outsiders. At school, some unfortunate souls had never tasted heaven in nugget form. I tried to share my stories about the land of lemonade and waffle fries, but it was too difficult a task. It is something a person must experience for themselves. My junior year I transferred to a college back in Virginia. Now I am not saying that I transferred because of Chick-fil-A, but it is good to be home.