Coming Home for the Holidays
My first semester of college is O-V-E-R! Finals have ended and I've made the (short) journey home. I started feeling home sick toward the end of finals week. I was craving raspberries and the comfort of my own bed, both of which I enjoyed the second I got home last friday. It's nice to be home. I missed being able to do laundry for free whenever I want and to watch cable TV on my couch instead of the first floor common room of my building.
As much as I love being home there are definitely some downsides. I love my family, my complicated screwed up family, but I forgot how stressful it could be to be back living with them full time. Some of my friends from school and floor mates have been wanting to go home since they came back from Thanksgiving Break, but all I can think about now that I'm home is how much I want to be back at school. You're never alone in the dorms, which can be a negative at times, but I love it. I love being able to wake up and hang out with friends all day. I love being able to watch Sex and the City marathons with my closest friends and eating take-out at 10 in the morning.
Being home is a great feeling. It's relaxing, stressful, cozy, and loving. But as hard as the workload at college is, I still miss it. If I could take my house and out it on my campus and fill it with my three best friends, and have a house next door filled with all my guy friends and boyfriend, I would be the happiest girl ever. But for right now I'm content. My life is finally at a point where I feel stability (something I've wanted my whole life).
Coming home has made me realize how much I have to be grateful for: 4 parents, 2 brothers, 1 unborn sister, my amazing new friends and a few old friends, and my incredible boyfriend. No matter how crazy my parents houses get, they're my homes. And I wouldn't change anything.
Welcome Home to all my fellow first-year college students out there! Enjoy it.