home sweet home

     I was anxiously waiting Friday night at 8 pm. You wonder what’s so exciting about this time? Well, it’s the time I was going to be able to go home! Every weekend since the beginning of school I have had volleyball and was unable to visit home. My parents come to all my games so I get to see them all the time, but I still wanted to go home. I wanted to see my cats and my puppy and sleep in my own bed again! I was so excited when I found out I had the weekend off.  The week went by excruciatingly slow. All I wanted to do was go home.

     Finally it was Friday night and my volleyball game was over and that meant it was time to drive the hour and fifty minutes back to good old Charlottesville, Virginia. In the car I was so energetic and chatty. I was too excited to go home and I couldn’t shut up about all the things I was looking forward to seeing and doing like seeing all my animals, going shopping, eating at Bodos, sleeping in my own bed, walking my dog, and so much more. I think my dad was mentally strangling me because I was being so obnoxious.  

     As the car pulled up to the driveway I saw my orange and white cat Simba come up beside the car. I ran out of the car and picked him up like a baby. He hates when I do this, but today he let me hold him without fighting me. This totally proved he missed me right? After I set him down I ran into the house and was greeted by my puppy Tucker running up to me with a wagging tail. He gets really excited to see people and can’t control his bladder, so just my luck he peed all over my tennis shoes. Oh nothing has changed. But hey, I didn’t complain, I was just happy to see him.  I took him for a walk once he stopped freaking out with excitement. The one thing that I think I missed most from home was being able to walk Tucker.

     It was about eleven thirty when I went up to bed. I hadn’t been in my room yet, and I was excited to go in and jump on my comfy bed. As I walked in I realized it was so clean. My room is never clean, and when I left it was a mess with clothes all over the place. However, tonight the room was spotless and my bed was neatly made.  This was the handy work of my dad. I am so pampered, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Before college I didn’t know how to do laundry and I could barely make my bed.  My dad did my laundry for me and even folded it all for me. Now I’m placed in the harsh real world of college life where I have to do my own laundry AND fold my clothes. I was appalled. Well not really, but it was a struggle the first couple times I did it.

    After getting over the initial shock of how clean my room was I realized it was strange being back. I felt like I shouldn’t be there. I felt like I should be back in my tiny little dorm room sharing the room with another person. It was so strange going to sleep not worrying about bothering another person.  I actually had trouble sleeping, because I was so used to sleeping in my dorm room. It was odd being in such a big room and being all alone. It was definitely strange; I never thought I would see the day where I actually missed my dorm room. Don’t get me wrong, I probably live in the nicest dorm room ever, but I always just miss having my old room back at home.

      The next morning I woke up to the wonderful smell of Bodos bagels. Bodos is a restaurant only in Charlottesville, and I definitely was home sick for it while I was at college. My mouth was watering for the warm bagel with the melted cinnamon and sugar on top. My favorite!

      Being home was strange at first but was so fun and relaxing. This weekend was definitely needed, and now I feel rejuvenated and less home sick. Even though I love college and am really comfortable here, it’s always good to have a nice family weekend back home. I can’t wait for the next time I am able to go home again.