For many college students this winter break was their first time home in a large amount of time. Many of us were counting down the days to go to home while over packing because we don't know what to expect. In college, whenever I would think of home I would automatically think of Atlanta. However, during this winter break, I was seriously questioning where home is.

Throughout my conversations with my friends back in Atlanta, I kept telling them that I can not wait to go home. They would give me these puzzled looks and say "Emily, you are home." Since taking Summer classes in June, Statesboro has become, in my mind, my new home. You see it on social media when people get acceptance letters and they say how excited they are to have found their new home. My parents asked me one day why I thought that Statesboro was home. It was a simple answer because my new life is in my college town. All my clothes are there; my daily routine is all set, and that's where I spend most of the time. Then I realized if Statesboro is home, then what is Atlanta? In my hometown I know all the local spots; my whole family lives in a 5-minute radius of each other, and it's where most of my memories were made.

Even though I lived in Atlanta for most of my life, when I came home for a month, it felt like I was on vacation. I was living out of my suitcases and doing everything differently. I didn't have most of my stuff with me, I visited friends for a day, and I felt weird. It was strange asking my friends how their new lives were because we were back in our hometown were we used to spend hours and hours with each other every day. In August, I also found myself my new home in my sorority. In my other new home, I found a support system that will always have my back, where memories that will last forever will be made and where I can be my true self. So that left me calling three places home but what makes home, home?

"Home is where my heart is" or "home is where the food is" are both sayings that you see all over. During this break, I had a lot of time to think about this. Yes, I call three places home because they all have things in common. In all three places, I have a support system that makes me a stronger and a better person. They are all places where I can go for refuge when things are tough or when I just want to get away. Lastly, all three of the places hold a very big place in my heart. I will always cherish coming back to Atlanta for a home cooked meal. Statesboro is where this amazing new stage in my life began, which is going to open even more doors and many more chapters in the future. Lastly, Delta Phi Epsilon: Gamma Omicron is where I found my sisters, my future bridesmaids, the people who make me a stronger person and a place that will always accept me with open arms.

It might feel weird to think of multiple places as home but a person truly can't just have one home.