Don't get me wrong, I love being home, but it isn't the same. There's a saying that home is where your heart is. I always thought that was a silly saying but, now, I realize it's true. I fell in love with the world. I fell in love with everywhere that isn't where I grew up.

I lived in the same place for 17-years. I have explored every road and every town within a two-hour radius. I was bored. There was nothing new to find. I left home to go to school across the state. I never go home if I don't have to. I've been having fun exploring the cities and towns around me. I can never stay in one place for too long. I suffer from a severe case of wanderlust.

I have dreams of traveling the world. I want to back-pack across Europe. I want to take a safari in Africa. I want to see the all wonders of the world. I have places I want to see and things I want to do. There is a hole in my heart that nothing but the world can fill. I believe that life isn't fulfilled by things but rather experiences. If I was given the opportunity between a new car to a trip, my choice would be the trip. People have often scoffed at my love of travel over material goods. They fail to realize that travel isn't for everyone. Some people would rather stay in one area their whole life. Yet, there are people who, like me live for travel.

The house I grew up doesn't feel the same to me. It's no longer the place I go to for comfort. If I had to chose a place to call home, I would choose my school. For the past two years, my college has been a safe haven. I have built an amazing family there. They are my home. They know me better than I know myself. From my friends to my professors, each has given me a reason to be excited to go back.

If I had a chance to go back to my young teenage self, I would tell me to go. Just go. Whenever. Wherever. Don't let people hold you back.