It’s a special place. We all know that—anyone who’s been lucky enough to spend longer than a weekend in Chapel Hill can feel it. There’s something between the bricks and the low stone walls around campus, something that pools in the cool shadows under those old oaks in the quad and shines in the springtime sun. Maybe it’s the sky above, reflecting that perfect shade of blue from on high. Maybe it’s the way the breeze strolls down Franklin, carrying a refreshing warmth, not yet tipping into the heat of the summer.
Chapel Hill is a tough town to leave.