Home

Home is sacred now.  I want to keep it that way.  When I first came to boarding school in September, I loved the freedom.  I enjoyed the late night, the complete making of my own lifestyle, and the settling in of my own habits.  That all shone very brightly at the beginning of my time here.  I think it may have eclipsed the lack of personal discretion in some ways as well.

I’ve been missing home for some time now.  This past weekend, we had our midwinter holiday, and I was able to return home.  However, I returned to campus early on Sunday (Even though we had Monday off) to work on my art project.  I miss home.  And every time break is around the corner, I long for home.

I miss being able to sleep whenever I wanted.  Sure, I was never one who slept after midnight, but I do not  have someone check lights at 11 PM.  I feel as if I spend less time doing the same amount of work at home, because there are no distractions.  I miss my neighborhood as well.  I have lived in the same place my entire life, so I know the area really well.  On Saturday. I went on a 5 mile run, which I struggle to do at school due to my lack of familiarity with the area off campus. 

It’s the small differences that make home home, and school school.  At home, I am able to shower and then dress in the bathroom that the steam from my shower has heated up.  At school, I have to walk back to my room from the bathroom, and it gets really chilly in the hallways.  Nevertheless, it could be so much worse, so I’m grateful for what I have.  

Home is becoming more prominently home in my head.  I’m seeing it more as a separate comfortable space.  I try to leave the stress for school, and try to bring only a desire for relaxation home (along with a little homework).  But home, I will return to it again in 24 days.