It’s the strangest feeling when you walk back in to the room you used to call your own. Maybe, that’s the room where you had your first sleepover or watched your first scary movie. But that’s the definitely the room you grew up in and suddenly it doesn’t feel like home. If college has taught me one thing it’s that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. It’s the feeling that knowing everything is going to be okay regardless if you’ve failed a test or can’t seem to find anything to eat in the cafeteria that night. It’s been a week home from college and I've found it to be true, that summer is harder than college.

A few months back when I moved into my freshman dorm, I was nervous beyond belief. I watched the summer memories drift off, and I watched my life as I knew it begin to change. I couldn’t bear the thought of not going home for a few months, but now I can’t bear the thought of not going back to class for another 3 months.

Summer is about 2 things; making as much money as possible and finding yourself. Freshman year might’ve only lasted a few months, but those months changed me more into an adult than 18 years have. So this summer it’s a vow to just be genuinely happy like I just spent that entire year of college. No more wasting time, just happiness.

On that note, with the first year of college being over, the most important thing learned wasn’t found in the classroom. I discovered it every day when walking to class, or when brushing my teeth, or checking the mailbox. I learned how to be my own person and that’s the most important college lesson that everyone will learn when they find that feeling of home.

You're confused if you should go back to hanging out with your high school friends, if your still supposed to do your own laundry and how your supposed to eat dinner at a normal time. There are a million and five ways a person can prepare for the first year of college, but nothing will prepare you for the first week back in your hometown.