“Home is everything I want� – The Smashing Pumpkins

All I can think about is going home now. My roommate already left. A lot of people in my dorm already left. All my friends are at home. I can’t count the text messages/ facebook messages/ voicemails saying things like “I am so excited to for you to come back!� “Can’t wait to see you!� “There will be many hugs upon your return!� etc.

If only the act of returning home weren’t so stressful. I am flying (!) so I actually have to pack reasonably: am I really going to be doing any studying over the weekend? What do I need to bring home that I didn’t leave there in the first place? Clothes? What do I need to absolutely not leave here?

The airport is where the real chaos will begin. I’ve never actually flown alone, so that will be an adventure all it’s own. I know everyone and their brother will be at the airport on the night before Thanksgiving. But I don’t care.

Three of my friends from home are picking me up from Chicago O’Hare airport tomorrow night. It will actually be like a stupid movie with a lot of screaming and hugging. I can’t wait to see them. I can’t wait to see my brother. I can’t wait to sleep in my lazy boy. And eat a home-cooked meal. And take a bubble bath. And just catch up!

One of the things I’m most looking forward to, though, is how much I’m actually going to miss this place when I go home, even if it is only for 5 days. I haven’t been home yet, but my friends here who have been say things like “It’s not the same. This is where I live now.� I am very curious to see if I have similar sentiments. This is, in a way, the first true test of how I really feel about here.

But now, all that stands in between me and my niche in Evanston is some packing, some sleeping, math lecture, dropping off a paper in my poli. sci. teacher’s office, airport madness, a short plane ride, more airport madness, and a short car ride.

But who knew two months could go so fast?

GO HOME! ☺