Tonight I was able to see two of my best friends from home, one of which I haven't seen since August. It's the strangest feeling seeing people you shared every moment with on their own path following their dreams. It's an exciting feeling to see people you care so much about doing what they love in a place all their own. However, the separation seems indescribable. It feels like a part of your life is missing for a period of time and you can't help but be sad. Ultimately, all of us are doing great things so the outcome will be greater than our time apart.

All of home feels this way. I have been home twice since I've been at college and each time this unknown feeling of strangeness creeps into the fun of things. It's not that I don't feel like I have a place at home anymore, but everything is still moving and changing without me. In an ideal world, everyone and everything I called home would pause while I was gone so I never miss a thing while I'm away, but that's just not how life works. The adjusting will take time and I'm learning how to deal with missing home, family, and friends, but overall this is the place I need to be. I'm at a great school doing what I love surrounded by amazing people. I'm lucky to be where I am and I'm glad those I love are doing the same.