Home for the Holidays

   Well I made it through semester #5! Only 5 more to go! Half-way point! Ugh, that’s so depressing. How is it that I have more school? Shouldn’t I be done by now? I guess I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel now. Semesters are going by faster than ever and it’s kind of scary. Sometimes I day dream about the “real world” and how different life will be when I don’t have five classes worth of homework and exams to study for. I’m sure the entrance into that new life will be bittersweet – I may be done with attending school but then I’ll have to work every day for eternity. What’s better? I guess I’ll find out in a couple years.

   Spending my last week in my little apartment consisted of studying for hours on end. I’d wake up, make a pot of coffee, grab my enormous fleece blanket my sister made me, turn on the fireplace because our house was 56 degrees, and begin the eight hour stint of sitting on my butt. I’m really thankful to have such a cozy and quiet home to utilize for studying purposes because my brain requires zero distractions if something needs to be accomplished. My upstairs neighbor (we live in a 4-plex) usually works 8-5 during the week but for some reason was home most of the day on the Friday before and Monday after my study-weekend-from-hell. She doesn’t mean to but she sometimes sounds like a 250 pound goat when she walks through her house. She keeps her heels on and I could literally trace her movement through her apartment because of the clomp-clomping of her shoes. That was distracting.

   Finals went well and I was so happy to run away from the Business building knowing I don’t have to step foot in there for about a month. I basically lived in that building. I probably should have just set up a cot on the fourth floor to make it easier on myself since every single one of my classes would’ve been within twenty steps. But no; instead I trekked back and forth to campus every morning and afternoon, taking an hour out of my day just to walk. I guess that’s a good thing – got my exercise!

   Now that I’m home I never want to leave. So far I’ve slept in until 11:00 most mornings, had delicious and nutritious breakfasts because my dad is a breakfast kind of guy, been able to watch more than enough brain cell-killing TV shows (Jersey Shore marathon?! Heck yeah!), and bake a lot of yummy treats. It’s been fantastic. Do I really have to go back??

Here are two reasons why home is where my heart is:

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