I feel like this is a normal rite of passage for college kids, just like going away to school, and most of them either vaulted it with ease or tackled it when they were 18. It's weird to be 25 and really be away from home for the first time.
Thanksgiving was a mostly-good blur. Had a few days in Boston with Justin, flew into BWI, had a phone interview (more about that later), Harry Potter on IMAX, family time for Thanksgiving (only about 40 this year :( ), shopping at 3 am, relay marathon with my sister, getting a Christmas tree on November 27, doing lots of civ pro studying and flying back.
It was made a lot easier by the fact that I'm near Logan, my mom is near BWI, and Justin's family is near PVD, so the potentially hardest part about traveling went okay. And, I didn't get caught with any of the naked body scanners!
But what a weird feeling. DC was home for the last few years. I intentionally avoided that word in college, worried I'd hurt my mom's feeling when I referred to my on-campus apartment as home. But the last three years, living in a great place surrounded by friends, that was home. We even had a Christmas tree the last two years.
I'm not sure what Boston is. I'm going to be here for at least 3 years. But this apartment doesn't really feel like home. Yes, it's where I'm an adult and pay my bills and where I sleep on the futon every night. But oh yeah, I'm still sleeping on the futon every night because I'm scared of my bedroom. Definitely not home.
Now I'm back to school for a crazy 2.5 weeks of reviews and finals. And then back to MD for the holidays. So despite the Mass. driver's license and plates, I guess that is home again.
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