Dear Winter Break,
You only come around once a year, and you only last a few weeks. I have been waiting for you all semester long—and yet you’re so close but so far away. This semester has been filled with nothing but meals from Whole Foods, Roti, and Potbelly, late nights spent writing essays in Gelman, and 4 consecutive days of the same Chestnut Praline latte (don’t even deny it, we’ve all been there before)
I’m ready to find myself snuggling on the couch with a cup of warm, rich hot chocolate and marshmallows while watching the ABC family’s '25 days of Christmas' special. I’m ready for the cozy family dinners, and being able to finally eat mom’s home cooked meals—her rice, smoked ham, sweet potatoes, chicken casserole; you name it. I’m ready to finally see my eleven-year-old brother and beat him on his Star Wars and Battleship games on his PlayStation 4 and to see my six-year-old sister and how much taller she has grown.
Winter break, It’s that time again for the days filled with nothing but Netflix marathons from late sleepy mornings until late nights. I can’t wait to finally be able to be lazy without feeling the everlasting terror of logging into Blackboard and feeling guilty of having ten different types of homework assignments due throughout the week; to be able to go on shopping sprees with my mom and listen to her shopping advice that I missed dearly, and to find the cutest olive green sweater at Forever 21.
I’m ready to see my two long lost best friends who have practically been my relatives growing up in my hometown—we’ll go over to each other’s houses again, like old times, catch up on our craziest first stories of college, bake chocolate chip cookies like we used to, and play "Just Dance" in the living room.
Last but not least, winter break, I’m more than ready for December 25th: Christmas. The Christmas lights on the houses, decorating the Christmas tree with my family, wrapping presents, opening presents, and the exhilirating feeling of waking up Christmas morning and making cinnamon rolls accompanied by a tall glass of milk.
In essence, I love college, the independency, and all of the adventures that come with it; but it’s nice to go home and slow down for a few weeks or so because home will always be home sweet home—and nothing will ever beat it.
