I know I am happy, and I know it is a good thing that I am here. But I just want to go home. This feeling hits me most Sunday afternoons and evenings. I know doing things helps me, but at this moment I want to curl up into a ball on my parent's bed and have them give me hugs and let me melt into that place that I once came from. But that's impossible.
I had such a great day yesterday, and I got to talk with my parents today. I wonder if there is something that I am not grateful for, or if I just need to snap myself out of the belief that I want to be home.
Maybe things will be better next year when I have another year of experience away from home behind my belt. I can't wait for five weeks to go by so I can go home. But will it be any better at home? Or will I always crave for something more? I wish I could know now, but I have a feeling that this knowledge comes with time. At some point I'll understand.