Currently writing this article as I sit on my bed, which I didn’t have to use a ladder for. Guess where I am! I’m back home and oh how glorious it is to be back.

I’m not gonna lie that it would’ve been extremely fun to go somewhere warm or exotic for my spring break or go somewhere with my college buddies. Alas, like most college students, our tuitions and food eat up any money we had and honestly going home and basically doing nothing but rest seemed extremely attractive.

Anyways, this was my first time returning home from being at college. It’s been almost two months since I last was home. A lot can change in that time period. Physically I look the same and so does my home but you can feel things are different. I’m older and had more life experiences. Yet at the same time it’s like no time had passed and I was just heading back home after a long day at my high school.

Of course there were new items at home that I didn’t know like new bed covers but it was great to see that some things didn’t change like my bed was basically how I left it despite my papa joking with me before I came home that my bed was gone. When my family gathered for a late dinner, conversation flowed as fluidly as before. The classic banter arose and we laughed at the familiarity of the situation. Sleeping on a bed I didn’t have to climb to and being able to stretch my legs with no consequences was refreshing. Waking up to warm breakfast instead of dorm room microwaved oatmeal, my 8 am go to, was a blessing.

It’s weird walking down the hall and knowing I can’t barge into a college buddies room to just talk. It’s weird not having to grab my idea just to get into my house. It’s weird having a constant strong wifi connection. These are all good weirds.

It’s nice to know that despite how long you’ve been away, home will always be home. It always feel like it regardless of the physical changes and your own internal growth. It’s good to be back.