Homecoming

Returning home from college is funny. Everyone I speak to is in TOTALLY different situations, but we all share this dire need to escape. I think the little in between time where the freedom I experienced for four years is compromised due to the fact I live in a house where my mom and I share a wall is quite comedic. Even the people who loved being home and used to leave college once a month because of homesickness are antsy to leave now. I wonder if this is a feeling every 22 year old goes through. It feels like teenage angst again... just more mature and tranquil as if I have accepted my fate. My intuition tells me that my friends and I will be alright, and in a year or two we will probably wish we still had home cooked meals from our moms at our disposal. As far as the sharing a wall goes... I think I can deal with never having that again. But at the end of the day, it's always nice to have someone around that is your biggest fan. So, shoutout to my mom. Her meatballs and chicken parm are unmatched by the way.