Leading up to the day that I had to leave home for the first time, it was all I could do to stay focused on packing, and getting my life together to move 11 hours away from the city that I had lived in for 18 years.

I was spending time with as many loved ones as possible, and being as present in the time I had left as I could possibly imagine.

I was positive that the second we pulled out of the driveway I was going to already be homesick for my family, my dog, my favorite restaurants, my friends.

Now, two weeks into my college career, I have yet to feel an ounce of homesickness that my roommates and the people around me seem to be dealing with. I keep expecting for it to hit me at any turn, and I'll have to embrace my true emo self while yearning for the life that was my constant just a couple of weeks ago.

Of course, I miss my friends and my mom — who wouldn't? I can't help but wondering if I'm abnormal for already feeling adjusted to living a completely independent life. It's as if once I actually got to Charleston and my parents finally left, my mindset completely changed.

I've felt settled, and not necessarily "at home" quite yet, but comfortable in this new way of life that I'm still trying to figure out (balancing honors classes on top of extracurriculars is probably one of the hardest things I've ever done.)

I almost can't help but feel bad that I'm not feeling bad, though I have never been more content with my life. I have been waiting and dreading for this time of my life for so long, that it almost feels like a dream now that I'm actually living it.

From what I've gathered, it's normal to deal with drastic life changes in different ways.

My roommates whose hometowns are over 20 hours away deal with their homesickness mostly over the quiet time of the weekends, when there isn't much else to do or think about and my roommate who lives only a few hours away deals with hers by going home on the weekends, when she can manage it.

With everything that's going on in your life and those of the people living around you, who can say whether it's better to feel bad about not being homesick, or to simply embrace and ride through those feelings.

Either way, the best cure is to pick up the phone and call someone you love.