The funny thing about the universe is that sometimes, just sometimes, you get exactly what you want right when you need it the most. As many a first-year collegiette can probably relate, what I had been longing for more than anything during all of last week was to come home to a lovingly cooked meal, see the people I love for the first time in months, and just kick back and relax in my own childhood bed. Going to the airport this Tuesday was almost surreal, as I boarded the bus, and then the plane, and then just like that, in a blur, I was home.
It’s true when they say that “distance makes the heart grow fonder” –at least, that certainly was the case for me. Oddly enough, I don’t think I realized how truly glad I was to be back until I landed, but when it finally hit me, I almost immediately started making a list of all the places I wanted to visit, all the people I wanted to see, and of course, all of my mom’s home-cooked dishes I wanted to taste again.
Especially now, with the weather turning dour and just three weeks of school left before the end of the semester, I am so so thankful to have gotten this much-needed five day interlude. In a way, it is a reminder that we’ve made it, that we’ve survived almost three (!) whole months on our own in unfamiliar territory. But above all, it’s reminded me that it’s good to have a place to call home.