Going away to college was something I was looking forward to since I can remember. I knew I wanted to leave the town I had grown up in, the only place I had ever lived. I wanted to branch out and be on my own, and see what would happen. I didn’t know if would be easy to be away from friends and family and the only home I had ever known. But, the moment I got to school, I knew it was going to be OK. And after I was all unpacked, and my dad and sister had driven away, I was feeling confused for a few reasons. One, I was finally here away from home, something I had always wanted, but sad I didn’t know when the next time I would see my friends and family (maybe Thanksgiving or sooner.) Two, that this was my time, my time to start growing up and focusing on my future, living on my own and being responsible for myself, not that I wasn’t before, but here I couldn’t run to my room crying if I was having a bad day. I had to put a smile on face and be OK. There were days that were harder than others, and then there days were I was so happy being away from home and going on adventures with new friends and hanging out and relaxing with them. It was new and exciting.
My first year of college has flown by, and I remember the day I moved in and as I packed up my things and my dad packed up the car. I remember all the good times I had in the tiny room with my roommate and other friends. I was happy to being going home for a month before I started my summer job, and at the same time I was sad to be leaving school and my new friends. It was bittersweet.
After hours of driving, I finally arrived home, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. I felt like I was a guest that would be staying in the house that I used to live in. I wouldn’t be here for long, but maybe that’s why I didn’t feel like it used to. But as I spent the night hanging out my family watching a movie, eating takeout from my favorite place and catching up with my sister. I couldn’t help but to be happy to be home, and spend time with my family in the town that I use to live in.
Ever since I could remember I wanted to leave the town I had grown up in, and maybe it was only here for a short time, and I wouldn’t be stuck here, but I was happy for to be home. I was happy to spend time with my family and go out with my best friend that I hadn’t seen in a while. I was excited to go on road trips with her and go to concerts and make so many memories like we do every summer. My first year of college had come to an end, and as much as I would miss school, I knew it would be waiting there for me in the fall and now it was time to be home. And I was happy to be home.
