Don't get me wrong, I love being up at school. I love feeling independent, sitting in on my laptop at work and realizing I'm going to pack up and go back to my room, feeling so grown up. I actually feel fully comfortable living at school. But every so often, it's nice to come home. Return to the comfort of the parents' home. Dinner and a movie with my mom. Cider Mill with my dad. Freaking out over how ridiculously skinny my cat has become. Running outside to pet my dog because otherwise she'll pee on the floor. The odd cries of happiness from my other dog when I walk through the door to my dad's.
It's the pleasant feeling of detachment from school. For a little over a day I can forget about that Spanish exam I have on Monday. The Readings I have due. That's all up at school. For the time being I can just relax. Cuddle with my dogs. Hang out with my mom. Talk to my dad. Watch some mindless television, anything that's on.
I love coming home.
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