When I think about a void in my life the first thing that comes to mind is home. When I think about something that I have had and lost, home is the most obvious thing. Growing up and being carefree throughout high school, I felt secure with where I was at in my life and had a strong sense of home. Since graduating and spending the last two years five hours away at Penn State, this is a feeling that I have lost and would love to get back. Sometimes I consider my surroundings here my “new” or “temporary” home, but that feeling of safety never lasts long. As soon as I get adjusted and feel like this is where I belong, the shoe drops and snaps me out of it. Now, when I go home to Connecticut during a break from school I don’t feel as home there as I used to. I am not sure if it is the changes within my family or the changes within myself, but something is missing there. I see all of my friends here so anxious and excited to go home, but I find it hard to share that feeling. I initially enjoy going home and the change in scenery, but I have lost that feeling of safety and contentment that I used to associate with home; that is a feeling I would give anything to get back.
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