I am about to start my second year at the University of Connecticut, better known as UConn. Of course I love my school, why would I come back if I didn’t? But there are times when I truly miss home. I like to call myself a homebody. I go out with my friends, but I also like to come back and relax at my house after a long day. These are my confessions of some of the things that I miss when I'm at school and I'm sure you can relate if you're a homebody too:

1. I miss my bed.

There is nothing like the feeling of jumping into your bed after a long day. No hard feelings to my bed at school, but I'm currently in a very committed relationship with my bed at home.

2. I miss my mom's cooking.

The dining hall food is just not cutting it anymore. How many times a week can you eat pizza? Just saying, no one makes Cuban food better than my Mom.

3. I miss seeing my best friends.

Even though I love the friends I've made in college, my friends back home have been with me since elementary school. They're basically sisters to me now.

4. I miss my family.

I'll admit it. I miss my family from time to time when I'm at school. It's nice to live on your own for a change, but it can be lonely without your family there with you.

5. I miss being able to drive my car.

I miss my 2000 Toyota Camry named Guadalupe. We have a bond like no other.

6. I miss alone time.

One word: Privacy. Every once and a while I need my quiet alone time in order to keep myself sane.

7. I miss showering without shower shoes.

Communal bathrooms are the bane of my existence. Moment of silence for all the times I accidentally slipped a little and my foot touched the shower floor.

8. I miss not having to look presentable to eat.

At home, I can stroll out of bed and go down in my kitchen in just my shirt. At school, I have to actually get ready in order to go to the dining hall. This is why Kraft Instant Mac n' Cheese Cups come in handy when I'm too lazy to put pants on.

Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz says, "There's no place like home." That statement has such meaning for me because really, there is no place like home. There is a sense of comfort, a sense of safety, a sense of belonging that you can find no place else but at home. There is also a need to find my wings and take flight and trek my own path in life. What is truly wonderful is that no matter where I go in my life, or wherever I travel, I know a place where I can always find solace. Home, sweet home.