Many people have just left home for the first time. It is another start of a school year. The vast majority is excited for what is ahead. Off to the real world most like to call it. I am on my third time leaving home for school. Though there is still excitement for the year, I cannot help but think about all the things I am missing from home. I am not as far as some others are, but I am far enough that I cannot go home every weekend and visit.
I have many reasons to miss home. I am in a different environment.One that I am used to, but at the same time not.
I will always say I miss the food from back home. There is just something about the Chicago area, that makes their food so much better than most anywhere. There are my restaurants in my hometown that are family owned. You cannot find their food anywhere else.
I miss the busyness of everything. Just because I have to be somewhere at one, and it takes ten minutes usually to drive there, does not mean that I can leave at twelve fifty. I have to at least leave ten minutes before that because travel is always changing. One day it might be fast, and the next day it can take you five minutes to move two hundred feet.
I will always miss my home. I miss my room most important. It was a space before; now after I redesigned the whole room,it is mine. I painted the walls. I tore out the old closet setup and put a new one in. I add items that are important to me.
I will always miss my mom. She is my support, my backbone, my rock. It may sound cliche but without my mom, I will not be the person that I am today. She has helped me through so much. She is my hero.
I miss waking up to a dog or two in my face. I will miss trying to get out of bed only to realize that my dog, Summer, has my legs trapped. I miss having someone to cuddle with whenever I wanted. (Yes, I am talking about my two dogs.) I miss Mason or Summer coming up to me with a toy, saying they want to play. I miss being able to prove my sister wrong about her own dog, Mason. I miss the random acts of love my dogs give.
I miss the place I grew up in. I will always miss it no matter where I go. It will always have a special place in my heart.
