Earlier today I had a great friend ask me if I felt weird about being back in my college town and staying on campus already. My answer was a delightful surprise, "No." It hasn't felt odd about living in my freshman dormitory again because I am home. I am where I am supposed to be, and I am loving it. Don't get me wrong, I will always feel like my hometown is home as well because my family lives there. And even if I love it there, I know deep down that I will never be able to live there on a long term basis.
It took me a long while this summer to get back in the swing of things in my hometown, and for a while I hated the place and the resented having to talk to some of the people, but as time progressed I remembered why I love it there. It didn't hurt that I was able to see my family more often. I became happy to be there again, but I knew that it was best for me go sooner rather than later. I am glad that I went back to college when I did this summer because after only two months there again, I started resenting my job. That is the first step for me to start hating my hometown again, and I didn't want that to happen again. I couldn't let that happen.
It is always sad to realize all of these facts, but I know that I have made so many improvements by doing so, and that will always make me happy in the long run.
