At the end of my second week of school, there was a three day weekend. I hadn't planned on going home, mostly due to the fact that I would most likely put up a fight when coming back to school. I looked at all the positives, no roommate and free reign on when I slept when I showered and when I did homework... even the temperature of the room would be solely determined by me. Crazy, or at least that was my thought.

I chose to stay in my dorm for the 72-hour break.

I never imagined I would miss the loudness and chaos that was a common theme in my eight-floor dorm building. The constant talking and music of my neighbors or the slamming of doors down the hall or even stomping above my room was not something to miss.

For me, it was.

This constant noise helped to remind me that I wasn't in this alone and for some reason gave me a feeling of security to know that there are other people who are here experiencing something so new and similar to my college experience. Walking into my building and never seeing a familiar face over the three-day break... let alone a face at all was very unsettling.

I had never felt like I was in a ghost town or even a horror movie any more than I did that weekend. The lack of reckless driving and honking heard most nights during the week was missed as well.

My take away from this weekend was, no matter how much I don't think I will want to come back to school, I will. Because I love it. Everything about it, including the less enticing aspects such as loud talking, heard through concrete walls and long elevator lines. I will certainly want to come back to the place I call home now, Missouri State University.