As a freshman moving into college three month ago, I never thought that I would miss Colorado as much as I did. I was so desperate to get out of my small town. On to bigger and better things. And, for awhile, I really did trick myself into thinking that I didn't miss home. Boston was so much better than Greeley could ever be. But that ended quickly.

The more I learned about Boston, the more I missed home. It's only natural. I lived there my entire life. Except, I felt like I shouldn't feel this way. Boston was the place that I had chosen to live. In my mind, I was supposed to love everything about it. I didn't. I mean don't get me wrong I love Boston and going to school there, but there is nothing like coming home.

Now that I'm in my house, I feel this overwhelming sense of calm about life. No longer am I surrounded by the hustle and bustle of my real life. It's peaceful and relaxing. I'm sure at the end of this week, though, I'll be singing a different tune.

I will probably be annoyed with my parents and the cold. I will want to go back. But even so, I will always want to come home to Colorado. I will continually miss the mountains, chick-fil-a, snow, and driving. You will miss the defining features of where you grew up too.

My point is, don't take home for granted. No matter what the situation is like, there is no place like it. I was in such a rush to leave. Then, I was in such a rush to come home. From this, I have learned that home isn't really a place. It's a feeling and that feeling exists in more than one place.