When I first came to college, I could not believe just how great it was. I think I was mostly overwhelmed with the freedom I was instantly granted, not having to tell my parents what I’m doing or where I’m going; there was no one around to tell me what to do.

Whenever a break rolled around my freshman year, I would be sad that I would have to leave my freedom behind and go spend a couple weeks in my boring town in my boring house. I could not stand the thought of missing out on something that was going on at school; I wanted to be out with my friends. I was always in a hurry to get back to school, and for what? So I could eat terrible processed food and wake up at ungodly hours to get school work done?

My last day of my first year of college was filled with tears. I didn’t want to leave the third floor where my second family was, but I had no choice. Even that summer, I was entirely restless. I couldn’t stand to be stuck in the same old place again.

Now, finishing up the first semester of my sophomore year, I have a completely different perspective on these concepts.

Going home is something I try to do every single Sunday. I will wake up and text my mom, “Will you come pick me up so I can eat dinner at home?” I cannot wait for breaks, especially this month-long winter break. I have certainly changed in the short time from the beginning of my freshman year to the middle of my sophomore year.

Now, I could honestly care less about going out all the time and really don’t give a second thought to missing out on anything. I love relaxing at home and having absolutely nothing to do. I can see a difference in my attitude and work ethic, and honestly, I like who I have become a lot more than the person I used to be.

I have lost some friends and made some new ones. I have come to get to know who I am and shed my insecurities. I’ve gotten to understand my priorities better. I can see my future and also see all of the work that I need to do if I want to achieve my goals.