When you go away to college, you go through a couple of stages. The first, extreme exhilaration of being on your own, and not having to abide by mom and dad's rules. The second being the panic setting in of not knowing how to do your laundry or when you should do your dishes. You eventually give in and call your parents and ask them all these silly questions, as well as finally admitting to missing them. Through the rest of the semester, going home for holiday never sounded better. This comes with home cooked meals, and your mom at your every beck and call. By day two, you are ready to head back to your sanctum of independence.
As the second semester comes to an end, you get this excitement of knowing you will have your own room again, and once again your mother's home cooked meals whenever you want. There is also a sadness that comes with going home for the summer. You realize you won't be seeing your friends every single day and you lose a bit of your independence.
Summer finally arrives, and I am so excited to go home and see all of my friends from high school. Since we all have part-time jobs, finding time for each other is kind of difficult. I've gone out of my way to see my friends, and do the things we say we've wanted to do, but inside, I know in only a few short months I will be leaving once again.
The first month went by really slow, thinking it was July when it was still only May. I craved the independence of being away at college, yet loved having my mom at my every beck and call at the same time. May passes, and we've hit June. Schools around your hometown are about to start their summers and instead of sleeping the summer days away like them, I work two part-time jobs and still manage to be broke.
At this point in the summer, I have realized that I am halfway through to being back at my school. Away from family, away from jobs, and only worrying about getting through the semester. I feel very excited, yet very nostalgic. Thinking about the fun nights I have had so far, and that will soon come to an end. I also think about all the nights I will be able to spend with my friends that I only see for half the year that live in completely different towns or states. I am very happy to be home for the summer, trust me, but I am so ready to go back.