These brick pathways

I am finally at St. John's College. It's a bit surreal. It feels like home... I have this constant sensation of nostalgia, like I've met these people, seen these classrooms, listened to the tutors before. I don't think that in my past life I was here, or anything like that. But I do think that when you find a place that you are truly meant to be, a place that fits, that clicks, that slides into the void that your mind has created, there is a resonance that travels through every fiber of You.
I have dreamed about this place before I even knew it existed. I have thought about the kinds of people that my classmates seem to resemble. I've laid on the grass, swing danced on the dance floor, rested in the farthest corner of the library in thought, in imagination, in hopeful bliss. I have been here a million times over in China, in long bus rides, right before I fall asleep, I walked these brick pathways. It feels... good. I feel good. I'm home.
But it's only a launching pad......
I'm afraid that someone's going to casually pinch my arm, or gently nudge me off a cliff and I'll wake up...
I don't deserve this... not yet, at least.