Home Identity

Posted by Braden

College has been a lot of fun so far. I've got a routine now; I'm very comfortable with my roommates; there are definite advantages to eating whatever I want whenever I want. But every once in a while when I'm lying in bed about to fall asleep, I catch myself thinking, "I can't wait until I get home to tell my family and friends about all the—oh, this is home."

Like I said, college has been great to me so far! I really enjoy being here . . . but I enjoy it the way one enjoys a good vacation. It's something new, something fun, and then you go home and forever remember that fun experience you once had. Maybe you'll even go back sometime. This vacation isn't ending for a good long while yet, and the feeling I swore I wasn't going to feel when I came to college—homesickness—is peeping its ugly head out of my subconscious every once in a while.

I'm not falling to pieces, my world isn't crumbling, I'm not crying myself to sleep at night; but I still can't help but feeling like I'm not home here in Provo, yet. I know it will come eventually, but it hasn't happened yet.

It's an odd sort of feeling, homesickness; it's not overwhelming, but not pleasant either. And I'm not quite sure how to get rid of it either, to be honest. I'm going to keep on living here at college, though—making more memories, developing deeper friendships, getting more familiar with my new place of residence—and I sure hope my heart doesn't take too long in making the switch from Ohio to Utah, so I can start thinking at night about all the things I'll tell my family about home when I go to Ohio for Christmas.