I love my home. I love my family and friends and every part of Colorado, border to border. There is still nothing better than my mom's cooking, my own bed, and coming home to my sweet puppy. And I miss it all when I'm gone. I miss the mountains and the people and am always somber when it's time to leave. If you were to ask me whether or not I thought that Colorado was a good place to both live and grow up, I would answer yes without a second thought and could follow by listing off about 100 reasons why I believe so. But still, I do not want to go back.

After finishing my first semester of college out-of-state, I have learned many new lessons, and have gained many new experiences. I've met tons of new people and have already done and accomplished things I never thought I would. And I have loved every minute of it. And it is because of this that I do not want to come home. Now, this being said, this does not mean that I never want to come home or that I want to cut the people who are here out of my life. It does mean, however, that instead of coming back for my future spring breaks and summer vacations, I want to go somewhere else. This past semester has taught me to seize everything I can, and that's what I plan on doing. Whether it's applying for an internship in a different state or traveling just for the sake of traveling and learning, I want to do everything and anything I can with the time given to me. And it is because of this that I do not want to go home. That I would instead rather go somewhere else where I can continue to learn and grow, and gain many new experiences.