I love college.
I love being independent.
I love working towards becoming independent.
I love being so far from home.
I love the city.
I love my new friends.
I love this new challenge.
There’s nothing like coming home.
I missed my family, especially at Thanksgiving.
I missed my dog.
I missed my bed, one that doesn’t squeak and make loud noises and always has a nice warm dog.
I missed driving my car.
I missed having my mom make breakfast for me in the morning.
I missed my friends.
I’ve always loved flying, and yesterday was no different. Actually, scratch that, it was different. There was a huge sense of excitement in me because I was finally getting to come home after being homesick for a little over a month. When I got off the plane in Iowa I was literally shaking in anticipation.
My homesick kind of caught me off guard because I’ve always been really independent, and leaving home to go to school so far away really didn’t seem like a big deal to me. After thinking about it though, I’m pretty sure I know the reason. Losing my grandmother last fall was really hard, on all of us. It caused some rifts, some fights, and some of us to grow closer together. I think it was just the fact that I left so soon after that made it so hard.
Holidays have always been big in my family, we’ve always made them big affairs. Not only was this my first Thanksgiving away from home, but it was also my first Thanksgiving without grandma. Thanksgiving just wasn’t the same. I had a great time meeting all of Ryan’s friends, and his family was very welcoming, but it just felt off to me.
I’m so glad to be home for Christmas and New Years. I missed my friends, and am so excited to finally see them this month!