Home sweet home

Ok, so lets disregard my previous blog because I think I might have come up with a topic to write about. Last summer when I was preparing to leave for school, I was just so excited that I couldn't contain myself. I was looking forward to getting away from home, being on my own, and being independent. I honestly think one reason I wanted to be away from home was because I wanted my parents and family to be proud of me for taking the initiative and getting out of Claremont. For some strange reason, when I tell people I go to school in Queens, they just get wide eyes. It amazed people that I go to school five hours away from home, and on top of that, I live in NYC. This may sound silly, but I like when people gloat about how cool it is that I live in the city. Don't ask me why I feel this way, but it makes me feel confident and good about myself, and reassures me that I am doing the right thing.

When I first told my parents that my decision was St. Johns, they were bit upset. They wanted me to be closer to home, only because they would miss me. Of course they were happy for me, but on the other hand, they couldn't just get in their car and drive to see me whenever they wanted. To me, this was good thing. Part of going to college is to get away from everything that is "normal" to me. This may sound as though I don;t love my parents, because obviously I do, it;s just that I didn't want to see them every weekend. Wouldn't it be more fun to go without seeing them for 3 months and then see them again? This is my idea of college anyway.

However, these days, I;m starting to see things differently. I still love being at St. Johns and i am not homesick by any means, but I am just starting to miss Claremont. About a week before Easter break, I was itching to go home. I just could not wait until Wednesday when i could hop on the plane and go home to my family and friends. I never thought I would feel this way about being home. I am beginning to realize that it's OK to miss home. It doesn't mean I am any less independent or anything. It simply means I miss my family and I need a break from school. When May 8th comes and it';s time for me to part from NYC, I might cry a little because this city has grown on me. Before long, it will be like my home away from home. However, I am looking forward to this summer, so I can be with my family and friends, and prepare for another 9 months away from home.