Coming home has never felt so good. Although Ive been back once, this time it was for much longer. I needed to come home. I missed the comfort of my bed, the comfort of my own space. I missed having my family around and my pets, as well as my friends. But things felt different this time.
The neighborhood I left for college is now slowly changing. The streets are being fixed, stores are being remodeled. Houses are being revamped, but despite the changes this is still my home.
The ride home from the airport was nice -- except for the usual L.A. traffic of course. But it was nice seeing buildings, exit signs and street names that I am familiar with. It was nice coming home to my mom with open arms, ready to feed me a home-cooked meal -- as i'm sure many of us college students look forward to.
It was nice knowing that, aside from homework and projects and upcoming tests, I had basically a week off. A week to catch up with my friends who I missed dearly. To catch up with my parents and my sisters. Event though I stay in contact with them through FaceTime or text, just seeing everyone in person is completely different.
It took me a week to realize how much I love the city I was born and raised in. The city of L.A. But also made me realize how much I'm learning living in a city far from L.A.
Coming home, things felt different -- but not in a bad way. My family is stronger than ever, my sisters are working harder than ever and my friendships are only growing from here on out.
I needed to come home.
