Each year, as spring break begins to approach, I observe several of my friends, acquaintances, and family members planning their week-long getaways to whatever faraway destination captures their attention.
When they finally begin to venture off on said ‘luxurious’ vacations, I make the two-hour journey north to head home. I’m sure there are several others who could say the same, though it consistently feels as though I’m the only one.
The social media posts scattered across my feed are possibly the worst of it all. Jealousy overpowers my mind, whether I ask for it or not, which is completely normal!
Wishing you were relaxing poolside on the coast of Florida or touring a famous European city is completely understandable, because the real question is, who doesn’t want to?
Those feelings aside, I’m actually grateful to be spending my spring break with family back home. Sure, it’s no vacation, but it’s a chance for me to spend time with those I’m not able to see every day anymore.
I’ve created my own mental list of places I want to go and people I want to try and see. I couldn’t be more excited.
Being a homebody, coming back to my hometown isn’t all that upsetting. Though going on vacation would make me equally as happy, I enjoy returning to the comfort of my childhood home, surrounded by those I love and care for.
While I’ll forever be jealous of friends who are able to travel on their "dream vacations" for one short week, I don’t mind returning to my small hometown. In fact, I don’t think I’d want it any other way.