Let me take you back to finals week. For most college students, there are few feelings better than that of walking out of your last final and getting ready for the month long break you've been dreaming about for several weeks.

You heard me. A month.

While I understand all Christmas Breaks are of varying lengths, some as short as two weeks and others as long as six weeks, many of us have hit the proverbial wall. Most of our hometown friends have gone home, our parents are tired of having us around, and we miss our dining hall food.

Okay, I'm just kidding on that last one, but the other two are true. I never thought I would ever say the words "I want to go back to school". Good thing I haven't. Because I don't feel that I would be going back to school.

I'd be going home.

The differences between "home" and "hometown" are now much clearer than they were when college started. Most of my stuff, along with the friends and memories made since the beginning of my college experience, are at school. I now consider my life to be there.

This may sound shallow and could come across as an affront to those from hometowns, but it should not be taken in such a way. This is what honesty looks like. I honestly could not wait for the fall semester to be over, and now I feel the same about winter break. It isn't because I look forward to being stressed for the next four months, but because I am homesick.

There is now only such that needs to be done here, in my hometown. I have articles to write, textbooks to order, clothes to wash, friends to whom I have to say good-bye, good cups of coffee that need to be had, and good showers to be taken. I might also take another trip to my dermatologist and I might go for a run through my neighborhood before I head back on Saturday (weather permitting).

I'll finally be able to see my first substantial amount of snowfall when I get home, which may be a curse longer than it will be a blessing. To my friends in the South, sorry, but I'm not sorry.

In short, I am ready to go home. This month-long visit has been fun, but all good things must come to an end. My life is no longer here, in my hometown, so now I just feel like a visitor who has overstayed their welcome. Prior to break, I felt like a prisoner who was about to be freed. I now have similar feelings of being restrained and unable to return home until I am allowed to do so.

Now, I have no desire for the length of this break to change, because I know that some have been using every second of it and never want it to end. But for some of us, it is time. Time to go home.