There's No Place Like Home

I dreaded leaving Midland for the summer. Back to a not so exciting life of work and playing mom, back to responsibility; not that I wasn't responsible at school, I just had a little more room for recklessness. Summer vacation? I don't know if I would go so far as to call it a vacation. Not to mention I have to survive this drudgery without the companionship of my latest and greatest friends.

The first few days back were filled with unpacking (talk about a mess). Note to self: next time make a strategy to unpack instead of dumping everything in the middle of your floor, yikes. But as I go back to work and start hanging out with more friends, I've realized I'm happy to be home. It feels good to be missed. It feels good to see the faces and hear the laughter of those once familiar to me. I realize how much college has ostracized me from my friends from home. I feel guilty not having put in more of an effort to call and say "hey how's it going" or leave a text saying "just thinking of you, wanted to say hey". It's not that I didn't want to, it's just that sometimes life got a little hectic. I thought about doing it, it just never happened. I hope to rekindle those relationships that I may have let fall a little from my grasp and work harder towards staying in touch next school year.

But in the mean time, even though I may dread things like going to work some days or cleaning the house, I am going to enjoy my time home. I'm going to enjoy the familiarity, the little bit of relaxation, and the ones I love because after this year I don't know how often I'll be back. As much as I hated Toledo while growing up, it's really true when they say there's no place like home.