Two weekends ago I couldn't wait until spring break. But even then I realized something. As college students, we often talk about how we can't wait to get away. We can do whatever we want, stay out as late as we want and hang out with whomever we want. But I can honestly say that after some time, this all gets old and every college kid will get homesick.

Except I wasn't home sick. I was actually sick of my school, my new city, and my responsibilities. I was tired of trying to do my best at everything because I am a freshman making a "name for myself". I was tired of looking for new friends because I missed my friends from home. I was even tired of the perfectly green grass and my beautiful campus. I wanted to see my hometown, the Atlanta skyline and my friends and family.

So I did. The great thing about having freedom is that I could make plans for a Saturday spent in Atlanta with my best friend and my mom would be delighted to have me home. I needed the long car ride with an amazing playlist to think things over. Finally, seeing my friends again would make everything better. My spontaneous trip to my hometown was going to be great.

And it was. I loved getting to explore Atlanta with friends from high school.Getting samples at the ice cream store just so I could have the little spoon and realizing Midtown was overpriced and too expensive for our college budgets. Riding the trolley around Tech made me appreciate a campus I've never been to and sitting at the rooftop garden made me want to find a better study spot at Samford. But most of all, I got to spend some quality time with the people who know me best and don't take anything for granted.

Thank you, UGA, for giving my best friend her spring break just when I needed a break from Birmingham. Thank you, Ga Tech, for being near so many great Atlanta tourist spots because for the first time in 19 years I was a tourist in such a wonderful city. Thank you, mom, for filling my gas tank so I could get to and from.

As this week comes and goes, I can only pray and hope that it will be better than the last. I have finally come to my senses and realized that my dream school may have never been my dream school after all. The pressure to be the best that you can be is high at Samford. Sometimes, I don't have that in me and other times I'm as motivated as all the other students just like me. We are all qualified and have the requirements to be successful.

Now that spring break is finally here, I don't have just 48 hours to get away and relax. I have an entire week to do whatever I want and detach myself from my school. As the semester comes to an end after spring break, hopefully, I will find peace at Samford. Samford has given me struggles and doubts but has also taught me so much. I am extremely thankful for my professors, the food in Birmingham and all the fun hiking spots I have found. I guess it just takes time to get used to a new place, and with time comes worry.