I've missed home. That doesn't surprise anyone, but it's true. I went home over fall break, and one thing led to another, and I ended up going to the homecoming dance with one of my best friends (she's a senior). It was so good to pretend like I was back in a more care-free life, at least for a few hours. I love college, but there's something weird about looking back and seeing life changing for my babies.
I'm in this awkward limbo where I don't feel like I 100% fit in here, but I've left a different world 1,300 miles away. I've said my goodbyes and so many hellos. Coming home for the first time was weird because things are already starting to change. They may be small things to others, but, to me, it's the struggle of that which is familiar to me being shifted. There was new construction, new buildings had shot up, and even things in my house had changed. I went to visit school and one of my favorite teachers was on maternity leave. All my little babies, who were my freshmen last year are now driving. My juniors from last year are now struggling with their own college decisions.
Everyone I talk to assures me that the time will come when home isn't home anymore, Villanova is. I can't wait, but, I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit dubious. Being an Okie has always been dear to me, but being in the north east is an adventure all its own. In the mean time, I love seeing all the amazing things that my loves back home will do, and I love helping them every step of the way.