About 3 months ago, I had been impatiently awaiting move in day. I have been waiting since I got that acceptance letter and found my roommate. As August 17th approached quickly, I really wanted time to freeze. I was enjoying the last moments of summer with my friends, taking advantage of every lazy day I had, and most importantly: spending time with my family. There are several things I miss about home but the thing I miss the most is my family.

For me, my family is my backbone. I value their opinion over anyone else's, I truly am blessed with the best. With that, it was hard to say goodbye to everyone, my parents being the hardest. It is weird having to call them to to tell them about my day instead of being able to come home and talk at the dinner table about our day. I miss the hugs and believe it or not, I almost miss how annoyed I got in the morning by my dad's energy. I was NOT a morning person and never will be.

Now, 9 days later after move in, I am already planning a day where I can come home. Although I am so happy with my college decision and where I am at, nothing beats the feeling of coming back to the place where you started.