I did not want to leave school; my freshman year ended on this highest note ever. I declared my philosophy major, made a new friend, and basically had everything going for me but then it was time to leave. When I got in the car to drive that 14 hour drive home I was excited to sleep in my own bed and eat Publix fried chicken. Being home is weird because having been on my own and coming home means a new set of rules.
Thankfully my parents are trusting and understanding so I have a lot of freedom to do as I please which is great. I'm also getting all my favorite meals and vegetables. I never thought Id' say that I missed vegetables. I didn't realize how much I missed being home until I spent my first week here. Being home means I get to lay in bed with my dog and cat and just pet them until they're done with me and I'm able to do fun things with my mom while my dad is at work.
I definitely miss school and all my friends because I'm talking more with people who go to my school and I'm dying to hangout with them. I only have one friend back home and I love her to pieces, so I'm so happy I'm able to spend time with her and make new friends at work. Speaking of work, many of us have summer jobs and I happen to love mine so much. Not only is my boss super cool, but my coworkers are really nice and happy to help me get better at the tasks I'm given.
After being gone for so long, I definitely appreciate home more. I used to hate where I lived for very valid reasons, but now that I've grown more into myself, I'm able to see my home from new eyes and that's really great. Unfortunately though, my parents decided to move and downsize so we're now living at our beach house. I actually have no idea why I used the word unfortunately because it's so awesome.
I feel like I am living the college-student-home-for-the-summer dream because I'm able to go tan on my dock whenever I want or lay out in the baby pool we got until we get a real one. Coming home has just opened my eyes to the luxuries I have all the time. I may not have anywhere to put my things because of some closet renovations, but I have my own room with my own TV if I want to be alone. But I also have downstairs with my parents and pets when I want to watch TV with them.
Last year when I left for school, I was nothing but excited -- no sadness whatsoever. I said I'll never come back home. I came back home every chance I got because I learned what home really is being away at school. And when I was coming home for summer break, I totally didn't want to leave school because I was going to miss all my friends.
I hugged my best friend six times before she drove away and stood in the parking lot hugging my big for like 10 minutes before I could leave her. It was so hard not to cry. After being in school, I learned to appreciate both home and college. I love both so, so much and that makes me happy because it shows I've really grown as a person.
