“It is a far better thing that I do, than I have ever done. It is a far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.”

-The Dark Knight Rises

After that horribly depressing quote, I am sure you are looking for a nice article to lift your spirits. This is not it. This article has the negativity of a Donald Trump speech mixed with the longing of an Adele song. It’s kind of like listening to Eleanor Rigby while watching a fat kid fall off his bike. Sometimes that’s just life. Walk it off, kid. Adele, go find somebody like me for Christ’s sake.

This website is supposed to be about millennial voices, and many of those are warbled with weak and watery tears as they scream, “I’m going to miss you so much!”

This article is going to be 500 words of that theme. Longing, loss, drama and breakups! It will be filled with sentence after sentence of angst, and paragraph after paragraph of perplexing wisdom about starting a new chapter in your life as you and your friends venture off into college!

Or nah.

I was going to write a nice article about how difficult yet beneficial it is to move on and how meeting new people is not a challenge, it’s “an opportunity for growth.” It should be easy enough; that’s all I’ve heard for the last three months. But I think the average person has heard enough of that from friends, parents, Japanese pen pals, and counselors.

So I think I’ll write about home. “They” say home is where the heart is. The often quoted “they” like the often quoted Anonymous Source during NBA free agency is usually wrong. Home is not where the heart is, home is where your happy place is.

I say that because I often don’t know where my heart is. This year it has been in Paris, the Cincinnati Zoo, with a girl and in a Moe's. None of those places are home.

A happy place is that place that gives you the same feeling an Eddie Murphy movie marathon does. That place that can’t be tainted by God-forsaken calculus homework. The place that is yours. That’s home.

With many people moving with the dreaded beginning of the school year, many people feel like they are leaving home. Again, just like the infamous “they,” many people are wrong. They’re just finding a new home, whether that be a spot in a library, a dorm common room, a frat house basement, or the roof of an academic building.

Home is out there. Sometimes you just got to go find it. When you do, smoke a cigar for Harambe. He’s home now too.