Towards the end of my freshman year of college, I was bursting at the seems to go home; I was over school, over partying, and over my cramped and disgusting dorm room. All I thought and talked about was returning to my comfortable bed, eating my mom's amazing comfort food, and having a break from the craziness that comes with FSU. However, as the month of June came to a close, I came to the shocking realization that I was ready to go back to school.

I've always been the person to over-hype something and then be disappointed when reality doesn't turn out exactly like my fantasies. I expected summer to be full of road trips with my high school friends, beach days with my family, fun house parties, and countless memories that I would be able to take back to FSU with me, but instead, all I have done is work, watch Netflix in bed, and wish I had the busy schedule of a college student again.

I have a bad habit of putting too much pressure on things and then feeling super let down when my expectations are not met, so when I realized this summer was going to be nothing like what I imagined, I freaked out. Freshman year of college is full of many ups and downs, and I convinced myself that once it ended and I went home, I would feel like I was unstoppable. Instead, I've been bored and restless and counting down the days until I can go back.

I'm aware that the moment I go back to school I will be wishing to be back home, but I just need to accept the fact that there's no place in this world that will be perfect. I have to accept that there will be downsides no matter where I go and that it's my duty to make the best of every environment for the simple notion that life will become much more enjoyable once I do.

In about four weeks, I will be embarking on my sophomore year of college and will be trying my hardest to live in the present instead of wishing for the future. I will be embracing all of the hardships that accompany being a student, whilst also appreciating the experiences that I undergo, and will hopefully see home as simply a home instead of an escape.