Home

In a lot of ways, home for me is Simpson. There are many breaks when I could go home, but I would rather stay in my dorm and be with my college family. I really haven't had an urge to go home until today. When we arrived back at campus, I was so happy to finally be home. I felt like it was home. But at the same time, it was like returning to your house after a long day and just wanting to see someone there to greet you, but no one was there. The parking lot was empty, and I was the only person in my building for awhile. It was at that moment that I really realized it was the people that made Simpson home for me. My family was gone, which made me either want to have them all come back, or go back to my real home. To my parents, my brother, my cats... to sleep in my old bed in my old room. I really want that right now, and my plane is taking off in 6 hours and 53 minutes. I can't wait to be back in Seattle. To see the rain, to have some Taco Time, to go get orange chicken with Kelsey and go book shopping at Goodwill like we always do. To see my baby Jonah, the love of my life, and spend a whole day with him. There are just some things that I really do end up missing at home, that I really don't miss until everything else is gone too.