Coming home for a visit is always nice. I get to see my family, sleep in my queen sized bed, eat at restaurants that are not around where I go to school, and so much more. But by the end of my visit I am so ready to head back to school. I feel like that is kind of terrible to say since I am saying goodbye to the house I grew up in every time I leave, but the truth is that as excited as I am to come home, I am probably more excited to go back to school. I have some very valid reasons too.
During my freshman year, home visits were far apart. I rarely ever went home and when I did, I never wanted to leave. But as the year went on, I found myself less and less feeling like I had to go home because it was home. Platteville, Wi had become my home in a few short months and I really did not want to leave very often. I mean I had tons of friends, on the weekends I could go out and party, I could drink whenever I wanted too, and I could binge watch netflix without my mom trying to get me to do chores. When I went home, I found out I couldn't do that. It was back to me asking if I could borrow the car, having a curfew, and being teased by my big brothers
The summer between my freshman and sophomore year, I decided to stay in Platteville and work full time. It was great! I got to work 40 hours a week, I made some awesome friends, I huge out with my big everyday. Who could want more? I did decide to visit home at least once or twice a month for the simple fact of I cant cook. Going home for a home cooked meal is the best. Also knowing my mom would send me home with leftovers was even better. These trips became more of a need for survival kinda thing. A girl can only eat so much jimmy john's before she needs a home cooked meal.
I am a sophomore now and it's great. I have a car down at school which means I can come home anytime I want too. I no longer need to rely on anyone else to take me home. If I need to make a spontaneous trip home one weekend than I can. I still prefer Platteville over home though. Home is great and all but Platteville is still where my friends are, where I have set some temporary roots. Yes, it is not the most perfect place in the world but it is perfect for me.
When you visit home you realize a few things. You begin to understand what freedom really is. You appreciate home cooked meals because you know whatever is being served in the dining hall definitely is not a home cooked meal. You realized how awesome your parents actually are, some of the time anyway. Finally, you realize that even though you prefer where you go to school, home will always be where you belong at the end because that's where your family is.
