college.

Sometimes, I regret going to a school so close to where I grew up.

It’s not very exciting being somewhere very much like that boring little city you grew tired of in middle school. Being one of the few that isn’t really leaving the area has its downfalls, mainly the lack of new things to see, new experiences to gain by being somewhere else. It doesn’t really ever feel like you grew up and left to start your own life.

But then, weekends like these where I can see all my friends again, I find that comfort knowing we haven’t fallen out of touch and forgotten each other like so many high school friends do. I think it’s a rare thing to have, such a close knit circle even after ¾ths of the year spent apart. It’s nice having a huge family to celebrate holidays and lazy summer days at only 30 minutes away from college.

It’s like I never left home.