You're on your own with all of your friends for a late night study session one minute and the next you are back living with your parents being asked what your plans are for the night. Transitioning to coming back home might just be the toughest thing about leaving for college.
Close to a year ago, I was nervous as heck getting ready to move to college and live away from my parents for the first time. I was going to have to do my own laundry, have a roommate that I had never met before, make sure I woke up for class on time and the worse part of all is that I didn't have the opportunity for a mom-hug every night before bed. Little did I know, I would fall in love with a whole new life at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College.
As I started my first semester at SMWC, I was always super excited to go home for the weekend after a long week of classes and studying. I could tell my parents all about my new experiences, I could have my room to myself, get a home cooked meal and sometimes Mom even did my laundry! Sometimes my mom and dad even came to visit me up at school. Throughout the semester, I got more involved and didn't come home as much. Sure I was a little homesick, but who isn't when they are living away from home for the first time?
The most interesting thing that I found out is that my life was at school. My belongings were all in my dorm, my friends were there and just my life in general was at The Woods. I came home here and there second semester, but it just wasn't the same. I came to find that yes, I could see my family and kitty cats, but my life was no longer based in my hometown in Southern Indiana. I came home on a Friday afternoon and by the time I got some quality kitty petting time in, I was ready to head back to my home away from home.
I didn't think being school sick would be a thing, but I found out that it quite possibly the realest thing for a college student to experience.
When finals came around I was thinking about how I had to move back home for three months. It couldn't be that bad...could it? There is no way! I have found out that honestly, it is worse than I thought. I had no idea how much I would miss the place that I have been blessed to be educated at for the past year. I not only miss my friends, but my education as well. I have been blessed enough to see a few friends and land some opportunities on campus this summer, but life won't be the same until August 14 when I move back on campus and start my second year at the most beautiful place on earth.
My whole life is in the middle of some woods and little did I know, The Woods would be the place that my life would really start.
