Dear Mom and Dad,

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you both. As much as you annoy the life out of me with your overbearing questions about my day and future plans, I do miss the little things about being back home. Our stereo blaring music, the smell of a home-cooked meal being prepared and, of course, someone to do my laundry; I miss it all. I miss our laughter at the dinner table, our inside jokes, and being able to say goodnight in person. Though I reminisce with sadness on the life I left behind, I’m very happy to be in college, and I’m enjoying the experience thus far.

It’s weird trying to adjust to a completely different environment then what I’m used to. I’m incredibly thankful for your help along the way. Whether it was purchasing dorm items, helping me figure out my way around campus, or comforting me while I expressed my doubts about leaving home, you’ve helped me through it all. I’ve been doing great here so far because of your support.

Does the house feel empty and lonely without me? Or are you throwing block parties every night you get the chance? Either way, I know that you miss having me around the house to talk to. Sure, I nag you on occasion or lose my temper when you repeat the same advice to me five thousand times, but you’ve said it yourself that you miss my voice. Thank God for technology so I can nag you over the phone, am I right?

It’s a miracle that I’m even functioning without you here in person to help me whenever I need it. I have yet to do my laundry, but I know that the day is coming up slowly but surely. I’ve been learning to manage my time, and keep track of important dates without the constant reminder. I know with time, I will improve on these skills. And, of course, you’re only a phone call or Facetime away if I need the extra help.

I appreciate the daily texts and phone calls more than you’ll never know. It’s a reminder that you’ll always be there, and that you care about me more than I'll ever know. Of course, on those special occasions where you get mad out of pure frustration and annoyance, I’ll doubt this caring feeling. But all in all, you are both wonderful, loving parents who I know love me more than the world itself, and only care about wanting the best for me and my well being.

I miss you both a lot. And I’m counting down the days until I can come home again to spend time with you. Know that I love both of you, and that I will always be here to talk whenever you have the time. I’ll see you at Thanksgiving.

Love,