Going home during college is weird. I don’t know about you, but I feel like the two are different worlds. On one hand, the family is important. I love mine dearly, but I'm not used to having someone always want to know where I’m going when I’m at school. I’m sure I’m not alone in this. Parents care and that’s why they ask a lot of questions.
I only stayed in Cincinnati for a part for fall break. Midterms are killer and I still have plenty of papers (and blogs, cough, cough) to write before things pick back up on October 10th. The days I spent back in Milford filled me with a sense of nostalgia. Yes, it’s the city I grew up in, but all the people that made it so special to me are out on their own adventures. Soon I’ll head back to my own.
I think both my parents and I are making some realizations. I’m becoming more independent and personally responsible for things each day and my Mom realizes that I’m not just her little boy anymore. The biggest tests in college aren’t from classes but from the establishing of relationships. Friends come and go, family changes roles and each year down builds a little more anxiety about what life after school will bring. I have no clue what life after ONU will be like. I know I want to enjoy the time I have here while I can. I’ll keep making trips back home when it works and I’ll stay here the weeks that I need to catch up on assignments. Hopefully, I’ll have more than a piece of paper to show for it at the end.
I relate to this in so many ways. Being home is definitely weird - it makes me feel old. I've changed so much since high school, but I feel like I regress back to my 17-year-old self when I'm home. College is hard in terms of academics and relationships, but at least we're all figuring it out together!
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