Going home is always nice. It's refreshing going back to the familiar streets, the neighborhood you grew up in, your favorite restaurants, etc. It's also nice going home because most of the time, it's a nice break from all the problems and schoolwork you have at campus.

However, while going back to your hometown is a nice break from the reality of college, I personally don't enjoy it all that much.

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing better than my mom's cooking and being in my own bed, but I've moved on from my hometown.

The streets I'm used to driving up and down have been replaced. I've grown accustomed to the little things about my college town that makes it as special as it is.

The friends that I would go to for anything back in high school now have new friends they go to for that, and so do I.

All the usual hangouts I would go to have been taken over by the younger generation, and going to them now just feels like a distant memory.

While I will always love my hometown, I don't enjoy going home.

It's nice being able to call one of my best friends up at college at three in the morning stressing over something, knowing that they can come meet me wherever I am, usually with some sort of snack and some words of encouragement.

It's nice that my very best friends live less than five minutes walking distance away from me.

It's nice that you can always find something to do it a college town, and sitting at home on a Friday is rare.

It's nice that I've found people I know who will be in my wedding, and still be friends with me years down the road.

I don't enjoy going home, simply for the reason that all my old habits and old people have been replaced with the amazing friends and memories up in my college town. Living in a town filled with a majority of people that are your age is an experience unlike any other, and it's strange going back home to your family after living so long under the guidance of someone else.

Going home is different because everyone and everything changes. My old friends have new best friends, and my memories of going to the local town square at least 3 times a week has been replaced by going to fuzzy's at least 3 times a week.

Going to Friday night lights and basketball games have been replaced by college football and basketball games.

Going to Billy Bob's and Lonestar Park has been replaced by the Tumbleweed, and going to Gexa has been replaced with having to venture out to either OKC or Tulsa to go to a concert.

All the things that made my hometown special, is now the reason why I don't enjoy going home anymore. Old memories have been replaced, and many things have changed. But even I don't enjoy going home, it will always hold a special place in my heart.