"Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight, whether you are at your best or your worst."

I never thought it was an actual thing, being homesick. I thought it was what people said when they were not fans of the whole college thing and that there was no way being missing your home could really be a thing. After finishing two years of college, I had yet to to experience this feeling I had heard so much about. While I missed home at times, and there were times I wanted my mom, the feelings never made me so upset that they affected me. This year I was confronted by the feelings I doubted really existed, and in full force.

I wanted my mom. I wanted my dad and my brothers. I wanted my I wanted my dog. I really just wanted everything that was back at home. I wanted that feeling you get when you walk into your home. I wanted to the smells of my house. I wanted so much but was unable to explain to others why I had so much at school, but felt as though I had nothing.

I am blessed to be able to attend the college that I do. I have amazing friends, I am apart of an amazing team, and I am not that far from home. Yet, there really is nothing like a hug from your mom when a day doesn't go quite go the way you expected it to, and I didn't realize how much those hugs really meant until this year.

I am not ashamed that at 21 years old sometimes the only thing I really need is my mom or dad. No matter my age, I will always want them. As I head into this next semester I hope that I know that they are always by my side and a phone call away and as much as I wish I could say there won't be tears because I miss them, I know there will be. But in the end, is there really anything wrong with missing those who you love most? I don't think so.