I am currently in my 4th semester of college and you better believe I cried when I left my house and when my parents dropped me off. I call my parents WAY more often than most people I know and there are definitely times I wish I could drop everything and hug my mom and dad.
But, being homesick only means I have an incredible family at home. It's so hard sometimes to realize that life continues without me there. My cousins are growing up, my siblings are living their own lives, and everyone has their own little worlds that I'm not a part of anymore. However, that makes coming home that much more incredibly special because we all get to catch up and reconnect.
This last semester was definitely the hardest by far and pretty much every other day I would call my parents freaking out about some grade or some class. The homesickness set in right off the bat but I truly believe it has only made me stronger. Yes I want to go home, yes there are times I want to give up, but I refuse to disappoint myself.
I love my school, my friends, and the wonderful life I am living here and I would not trade any of that for the world. Just because I'm home sick doesn't mean I'm hating what I'm doing now, it just means I wish my parents lived a couple of minutes away instead of a couple hours.