Nine months ago you left me, your baby, three hours away from you. It was the farthest we'd ever been from each other for so long. I remember you telling me I'd be homesick for Marist during the summer and you're so right: it's home.
I'm going to miss staying up until 2 AM and sleeping until 10 AM. I'm going to miss having all my friends in walking distance, some even a floor above or below me. I'm going to miss seeing the river every day. I'm going to miss late night talks with my friends by the river or in each other's rooms. On the other hand, I won't miss the crappy food or sharing a bathroom or a room. I won't miss all the work and fire alarms at random hours. I won't miss climbing eight flights of stairs to get in shape, which didn't happen, but oh well -- I tried.
But, I can't wait to see my friends back home. I can't wait to finally binge watch all the shows I recorded -- sorry about that by the way. I can't wait for Willow's kisses. I can't wait to roll the windows down and blast music with my friends. I'm actually a little excited to be back in the town I called home for eighteen years.
It's going to be a big adjustment coming home in a few days. As happy as I am to see you and my friends, I'm sad to leave the life I created here. I'm going to miss Marist and all my friends here, but I miss you all too.
Know that I'm going to be sad and happy coming home. I'm going to barge in on your life. As much as I've gotten used to living at Marist, you've gotten used to just one kid. I'm beyond excited to blast my music without worrying about complaints, but my room won't necessarily feel like my room anymore.
You won't be used to me living at home, and I won't be used to Westwood. I won't remember how to go some places at first. I won't be used to not having a wide selection of food to eat. I won't be used to my bed being so low or not sleeping in my dorm room. I won't be used to actually talking to you in person instead of over FaceTime. But, I'll create a new routine for myself and adjust.
For nine months there were no fights about who can have the car and who's taking too long in the shower. For nine months I was in a different state. I know you'll have to adjust to my swearing and sassiness that I get away with at school. I know you'll be annoyed when I complain there's no food. But don't worry, I'm back to drive you all crazy, whether you like it or not.
