Home cooked meals and quality time with family and friends make for the perfect weekend back at home.
In the craziness of life, school and work, sometimes you need to take a breather and take a break from it all. The only way to accomplish this is by going home. At least for me it is! I am wholeheartedly a homebody and love any chance I can get to drive home. There's just something about being in the presence of my parents that warms my heart. Could be because I know Mom will cook for me and buy me some groceries for the week. Thanks Mom!
I know some people that could care less if they visited their home away from home as often as I did, and that's okay. I remember when I first started at Baylor I went home every two weekends, which is a lot I know; but considering it was my first time moving away from my parents I became homesick.
However, I quickly learned that the more I went home the harder it was to go back. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy being at Baylor because I did. I had a great group of friends, loved my new job at a local childcare facility and thoroughly enjoyed my classes, except for that one accounting class..
As my second year at Baylor started I limited myself to one trip back home each month, which I'm sure my car thanked me for and my bank account. But nevertheless I always looked forward to the next time I went back. I made sure that each time I was there I spent it with my parents. Fortunately the goodbyes became easier unlike they had the year before.
Now I am in my last year at Baylor and I think I can name a handful of times that I have been home this semester. It's not that I don't want to be there, I have just been busy whether it be with friends or with school. I'm sure my parents are happy though because they are now empty nesters. It's crazy how things change because in the past they would normally check with me to see which weekend I had free so I could come home and visit. Well now I have to check with them because they are now making plans on the weekends too!
I will say that when I made my first trip home this semester it was one of the best weekends home I had in the longest time. But since I hadn't been home in SO long, the goodbye was 10x worse. Believe me, my sister can vouch for me on this one. Since that visit I have been home only a few times more mainly due to my schedule. Like I said though weekends back home are the best, especially for me because it gives me time to step away from whatever may be going on in my life at that moment and do just that live in the moment.
Only 10 more day till I go back home again! Not that I'm counting or anything...
