It's only been a month since my sophomore year at Penn State came to a close. Truth be told, I feel like the only young adult that would wish to go back to campus. Most of my friends would tell me they're homesick or agitated with the college life, but me? I was used to it.
You see, it was the only time for me to unwind and have the freedom to be a young adult. I lived in an overprotective household, simply because my mother thought my Asperger's Syndrome diagnosis would affect my social life, and not to mention, Philadelphia isn't as brotherly.
For 18 years, I was used to the Philadelphia life and being around my mother. In school, I had friends but they weren't the friends I would hang out with every day. Because I was more of a homebody, I didn't make the effort to hang out with others in Philadelphia, compared to State College.
After going to Penn State, I felt like it was my honest home. Granted, it was pretty barren and the food wasn't like Philly's, but it was a different atmosphere where I didn't feel uncomfortable around. A few days before freshman year, my friends moved in and were already homesick. I, however, felt at home. The irony.
There were times where I'd be sad, anxious, or irritated with going home for Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter breaks because campus life is truly what I grew accustomed to.
After freshman year was over, I spent literally 3 months in my bedroom. It wasn't the healthiest decision, but Philadelphia just wasn't what I enjoyed anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to have a home and tons of support.
But, honestly, every college student lives different lives, you know? Some have fun lives outside of campus, while others struggle to be productive at home and that's basically me.
Some college students are like:
So, the next time my friends or family members ask me "How's your summer?" or "How's your break?," this reflection should answer your questions.