Going Home For The First Time10.09.2007"I just got back from visiting home, back in Atlanta, Ga. I have to say it was nice to see my family and friends, but it feels great to be back at my new home. My whole reason for going down this past weekend was to go to my friends' wedding which was great. But while down there, mixed emotions were felt throughout the weekend. Here's my story!
After my last class on Friday, I went to the airport where I took a later flight back to Georgia. While on the plane, I had mixed emotions in my head. I was excited considering I would get to see my family and friends, yet I knew all of my new friends were back at UD having a good time as well. After what seemed to be a long flight, I finally got off the plane to see my mom, her boyfriend, my brother, and sister, smiling at the entrance. I could not keep a huge smile off my face as I went to hug them.
It had been six weeks since I had seen them. While being gone, I changed my physical appearance a little bit. I now had a number two buzz all over along with some earrings. Compared to my longer hair, I had a new look, but thankfully, they liked it. The car ride home was filled with questions about school and my new friends, and I was reluctant to tell them all about it.
When I got home, I have to say it was one of the most awkward experiences. I felt out of place, almost as if I did not belong because of everything I had missed since I had started college. Shortly after, my friend, Megan, came to pick me up and we went out to eat and went over to the local bowling alley and played some arcade games before we called it a night. It was so nice seeing her, considering she has been there for me since I had known her.
Saturday, I woke up early so I could go take my mom's bike class. She is a spin instructor at Gold's Gym, where I used to work. After an intense workout, I met up for lunch with my friends Geno and Shelly. After catching up for a little while, I rushed home where I showered and got ready for the wedding.
After cleaning up pretty well, I headed to the wedding where I enjoyed myself. It was not only nice to see my friend get married, but seeing people I had not seen in a while. After the wedding, I went back home where I spent the rest of the night hanging out with my family. We ate junk food, went to a movie, and listened to music which was a nice change of pace from the constant studying and work I encountered at UD.
I woke up the next morning to the thought of how I was going back today. Again mixed emotions were running through my mind. I thought, ""I don't want to leave, I want to be with my family for a little longer."" But another part of me was saying, ""Well, I miss my friends back at UD. It will be really nice to see them!"" Considering I really did not have a choice, I embraced the thought of going back to my home. After going to Mass, I packed up my luggage and headed over to visit my dad at his house. Although I only got to see him for a few hours, it was well spent as he asked me about school, the campus, the social life, and everything in between.
Time flew by, and before I knew it, my mom came to pick me up to bring me to the airport. When we arrived, my mom dropped me off by baggage check in after saying bye. I got in line, but I turned and watched her drive away until her car could no longer be seen. After some difficulty getting a flight back, I finally made it back, and here I am.
Going home was great and I cannot wait to go back for Thanksgiving break, but for now, I'm happy with being at UD where my new home is. I know my family will be there when I go back and I'm content with that feeling. But now, I must go, I have cheerleading practice. By the way, quick update, cheerleading is going great. We are just over a month away before basketball starts. I'm getting pumped about it.
Have a great week!!! God Bless