Three months, a fourth of the year, 100 days. That is how long we go without our college friends during the summer months.

As I wake up on a Saturday morning at home, I'm not woken up to the sound of a knock on my door from one of my best friends trying to drag me out of bed to brunch.

When I sit at home watching the latest episode of Criminal Minds, I'm not asked by several friends if I want to go play a pick up game of sand volleyball instead of wasting my life away inside.

I don't get to sleep in a bunk bed with my best friend and roommate in the bed above me trying to shake the bed so hard her bed will come crashing down onto me. (Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but she and I both know this wasn't far from the truth). No bed time stories or staying up until 2 a.m. telling one another about the test we have coming up or the immense beauty in our lives.

I can't drive by a Sonic without thinking of the one that is still going back in our small college town. See, in my big city hometown, not many people think of the happy hour at Sonic, but at my college, Sonic happy hour is what gets us through the week. Sometimes even three to four days of the week.

Yeah, we may have a minor obsession, but hey, when you have the two grand options of McDonald's and Sonic, you can't blame us.

Summer is winding down, which means move in day is approaching. Although leaving home is never easy, the thought of reuniting with my brunch buddies, sand-volleyball players, roommates, and Sonic happy hour-goers overflows my heart with happiness.

Oh, what a reunion it will be when we are all reunited in just a few short weeks!