So first time I went home since I've been here. Well, it's really not that big a deal since I have only been in college for a week, but it was definitely an experience. It was a short trip, less than 48 hours, which was really enough time to make me realize that the house where my parents live isn't truly my home anymore. I mean, although it is in the summer and on holidays, my life there is basically finished. It's hard to admit, and as much as I would like to just sleep in my own bed every night, I can't. And I think I'm okay with that.
I missed my crappy little dorm so much more than I would have thought. I missed being in my own place of comfort, which is what the room I call my home has become for me. Of course, it was absolutely amazing seeing a few of the people I have been missing, but there was a new pull to get home to UTSA (wow, that feels weird to see actually written down) and continue this thing called college. But despite all of the surreal situations, I really liked going home. It was like visiting my childhood, if that makes sense.
P.S. It wasn't the same without you, though.
