While I may be entering my junior year of college, this is my first summer not being home. You would think it would seem no different from the school year, considering I am the same distance away and have a ton of my friends around. It’s not.
For some reason, the summer has struck a cord with me. It could be the fact that I have friends at home having fun while I’m busy working here, or the simple fact that I just miss my bed. Last year we had a beautiful four month love affair, and I know it wishes we could have the same summer fling this year.
I think the fact that I could be home for summer, but chose not to be is what my brain has stuck with. During school, I’m often so busy with classes and homework and meetings that I know that is the place I need to be; I couldn’t do it all at home. But now, all I’m doing is working. And really, who enjoys working? While I’ve had a great time with friends, its just not the same. Knowing I have such a rigid schedule prevents me from being able to rush home whenever I want to.
I left home today after a long weekend, and it was almost as hard as when I left off to college two years ago. Maybe admitting that makes me sound like a bit of a five year old, but I can’t help but miss my parents, and my cat. I would do just about anything to be able to cuddle up with my kitten and watch a bad Lifetime movie that I’ve probably seen at least twice.
Once school starts, I know it will be better, but I’m stuck in this state of summer purgatory for six more weeks. This isn’t to say I’m complaining that it’s summer, I just wish I could spend a few more hours being lazy at home. But then again, who doesn’t?
Lovelies, how do you deal with being homesick? How was your first summer away from home?