Dorothy said it best, there really is no place like home. I have been away now for about three months. It is weird, scary, and exciting, to start on a new life path all by myself. But we are all doing it together here at SMU; we are starting our own lives. And if I do say so myself, we are doing a pretty good job.
Being home will be a good rest from the stresses we deal with daily. Hard classes, worrying about GPA, and that next test we have. I am personally excited to get away from it all. Family and friends, and turkey dinner await me at home and I just can’t wait.
But the fact is, I know soon enough, I will miss being at SMU. It is a weird feeling, not wanting to be at “home.” But then again where is my “home.” I suppose, that now I have two. I live at SMU for most of the year, I eat here, all my belongings are here, all my friends are here, so what is it missing that makes it not my “home.” And I guess the answer to that is nothing. I guess, that SMU has become a second home.
I am almost positive my mother would be upset to hear me call SMU my home. But it is not as though SMU has replaced my first home; it is somewhat of an additional, or second home.
I however, find this comforting. I remember being terrified to leave home. To find a place that I am so comfortable at that I am willing to consider it my home away from home, well I consider that amazing.
So, I can’t wait to return to my home for a short week, but I am not afraid to come back to my second home, SMU.