Hello there. Here I am, writing this post, as I lay on my dorm bed once again after a much-needed and wonderful Thanksgiving break. It really did go by too fast, though. I was home for four days, but it felt like I was there for a measly four hours. Funny how time works, huh? Well, as I was making my way back to college I realized that I now have two homes. I have my “personal” home – the one with my parents and my personal bedroom and bathroom and such. And now I have my other home – my college home with a room that I share and I bathroom that I share. Both different. Both wonderful.
I got to visit so many friends when I was home and I got to drive again! That was probably one of my favorite parts. Well, next to the Thanksgiving feast, that is. Yet, as I hung out with old friends, I was also thinking about my new friends at school. We’re from so many different parts of the state and some even out of state and yet fate brought us together. And that’s pretty cool if you ask me.
They say home is where the heart is, and I guess my heart lies in two places. I love my hometown and I always will. It’s where I grew up, where I began my education, and where I made some of the best friends I’ll ever have. But I also love my college home because it’s where I’m continuing my life, it’s where I’m going to figure out what I want to do with my life, and it, too, is where I’ve made some of the greatest friends ever. I love my homes. In the beginning of the year it was so hard to leave everything that I knew and cared about and start again. But everyone needs a fresh start here and there. College is different, and I love every second of it. Even the school work portion of it isn’t too bad because of the atmosphere surrounding me when I’m doing it.
It’s a bit weird being back so soon and knowing I’m leaving again so soon. You see, finals are next week already and once those are over on Thursday, I’m free to go home once again. And I mean my hometown home. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, never be afraid to let your heart roam. You just may make another home for yourself that you didn’t think would happen. I love both of my homes and whenever I leave one, I know I’m close to another. I hope you feel the same way about a place or two.
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