There's more to coming home for the summer than the unpacking of duffle bags, the nonexistent Sunday night feeling, and the flurry of hugs from every. single. relative.
Being home for the summer has made me realize quite a few things:
While I’m not jumping off cliffs in a Triangle bikini while holding a GoPro, I am happy to be working and knowing that paychecks will be keep rolling in.
You tell me -- 500 Instagram likes, or $500.
Though college best friends exist, seeing your hometown best friend again makes you wonder how you’ve survived two whole semesters without them.
"And then, and then, and then, and then -- yeah, can you believe."
Homemade meals are everything.
Lately Cookout, Jimmy Johns, Chick-Fil-A, Zaxby’s, and Buffalo Wild Wings have nothing on Mom’s homemade dishes.
Let's just forget about dinning dollars.
Being home also means that the pantry has all of your favorite foods (because Mom knows that Cheez Its are your favorite and can no way compare to the Kraft brand of Cheese Nips).
Am I wrong? Didn't think so.
My. Bed. Enough said. My dorm room bed just can’t compare.
Who wouldn't love coming home to three inches of memory foam?!
The flood of familiar “can you babysit tonight” texts is just as exciting as those texts from the hottie who talked to you in English 1101.
Just trust me on this one.
It’s summertime and though my hair might be lighter, my skin might be darker, I might be a little richer, and my favorite foods are at my finger tips, I cannot wait to return to good ol’ Statesboro.