Maybe it's just because my roommate and I are still trying to get our new apartment sorted, but it hardly feels real that I'm about to get back into the college class schedule. I'll be back to balancing each day around homework and my class schedule. But honestly I'm looking forward to setting out a schedule that will keep me busy. Having a break from classes was nice, but I've had enough of a break and I'm ready to jump back into this learning machine.

There is a bit of fear as I come back though. There are so many new things I'm forcing myself to try that I can't shake off the worry that I'm going to do a terrible job and despise these new experiences.

I've also only got this year. My time at this awesome college will be less than half what most people would have and I really wish I could have more time to immerse myself more. I know I have so little time to do so much and sometimes I feel like I have no choice but to scurry around and do everything I can.

More than anything else though, I've come back to the friends that mean so much to me. I don't think I've ever fully appreciated "home is where the heart lies" until I made these seriously awesome friends.

Home before was the house back in Texas, there with my two siblings and my parents was a place and time I really enjoyed. Eventually though, my siblings went off to college and then so did I. I only got that true sense of home during Christmas time when everyone was back together again.

Now I come back to Charleston and, while I do admire this beautiful city and appreciate the apartment I'm staying in, this place would hold very little for me without the people that make it amazing. I really feel that home is wherever they are, and I am so excited to be back home.