I think homes are weird because home is different to everyone.

I know that I should be grateful for things that I have and I am, but I’ve never known a home. Yet the idea of home are where your parents are, but that’s just what everyone has told me and what I’ve come to know.

Now that I have come to find a home though, I don’t want to let it go. I just want to be there. I want to go on random adventures with my roommates. I want to stay up late and worry about not being to wake up, because I was up all night listening to their problems. I want to continue feeling important and having my quiet cleaning time. Only because that’s what made me happy.

Coming to campus has been fun and I’m sure if I never lived with the boys and I had went straight to campus, I wouldn’t feel this way right now. I’m homesick and all I want to do is spend my time there, at home.

I never knew being loved by a family would be so nice.

I never knew a family until now and then I left. Talking and thinking about it makes me sad. I’m just worried about them…

On the brightside though! I get to go home this weekend and because of that fact, I think that’s the only thing helping me get through the week! <3

Last week all I did was cry and mope around and I didn’t want to go home because I was just there, but now. After a week, I’m going back because that’s where I want to be.