I've always had a special relationship with and have been very close to everyone in my family. Going to college, I knew that I needed to be close (enough) to them. The drive home is about four hours, which I consider the perfect distance. I’ve always tried to find a balance between enjoying myself at college and going home to visit. I never wanted to be that person who went home every weekend, but I also miss my family too much to not go home occasionally. At this point in the semester, I’m stressed and exhausted. As much fun as a beach trip with my college friends sounds, the only thing that I want to do is go home and relax with my family.
I love my family more than anything.
Obviously, you could tell this already, but this is the main reason why I love going home for spring break. I get to spend less and less time with them every year and that is a hard fact to face. I miss my grandma, my cousins, and my dog. I miss my parents and my brothers. Mostly, I miss family time and I value it now more than ever.
College is hard and I need a break.
I’ve spent the last few weeks of school busy and stressed all of the time. Midterms week is almost worse than finals, it just hits you like a train. Since I'm able to go out with my friends whenever I want at school, I need a break that allows me to relax and be completely myself. Let’s face it, where else are you going to get a homemade, free breakfast every day and be able to eat it in your pajamas without makeup on?
I miss my friends from home.
Although sometimes our spring breaks don’t coincide, I always get at least one day with my best friends from home. I love my friends at school, but my friends at home are practically family. I’ve known them for years and they know every embarrassing detail about me. My friends from home are my people and, unfortunately, my people are spread out all across the country. I don’t get to see them very often anymore and I see my friends at college nearly every day. As much as I love both my friends from home and school, I’m always going to take the opportunity to spend time with my people.
I just miss home.
I may not have grown up in the most exciting place in the world, but it’s home. I have a million memories there and it’s nice to go back. I also miss the comfort of being in my house. There’s no place where I feel more at ease than in my childhood home. On top of that, I know every store and restaurant in my town by heart. I’m in complete auto-drive when I go home. It’s nice to not struggle with finding a new place for dinner or something to do. I know what my options are at home and, more importantly, I can't wait to choose them again.