Tomorrow I will be leaving with drew to go home for Thanksgiving break. It’s time to let out a sigh of relief *replace with something with more emphasis on home relieved I am to go home.* I am very happy to go home… However I always get these weird mixed feelings. I am happy to go home, but sad at the same time. It’s going by so fast. I don’t want to be in college for ever, in fact I don’t want to be here at all. I wish I could already have a job and a life, but… “A man’s gotta do” right? I get a little sad the day before going home because typically…. I’m alone, and a 3 hour drive is just enough to inspect ones life. Sometimes I jam out to music on the way home and sometimes I ride it in silence quietly getting angry at cars who “don’t know how to drive,” but more than anything I think. What else can you do? This time however, is one of those rare times where Drew is coming with me. That’s always fun, but I’m still depressed, and I believe this is because I know I’ll have to be coming back soon. The visit is short-lived, and not long enough. I miss my town, I miss knowing where everything is. I could drive wilson up and down, back and forth like the back of my hand and here it’s all foreign, and honestly, I have no desire to explore Lynchburg. I just want it to be over with. I don’t want to live in Wilson for the rest of my life, but I do want to be near my family, I mean what matters in this life? Not much. Money? nope. Work? nope. God? Yes. Family? Yes. So if work and money don’t matter as much as God and your family, should you move halfway across the nation to make more money and work harder? nope.
I kind of got side-tracked… I’ll start again
When I see Bojangles for the first time whenever I drive back into Wilson, my heart lifts and I know I’ve made it home. Whenever I leave the country or go out of town, the first thing I want when I come back is Bojangles. I prefer the one on 58 and if you know where that is, then I wholeheartedly applaud you!
I don’t really know what I wanted out of this post. Once again I can’t sleep and I have nothing better to do. I read most of Megatokyo and I’m listening to needtobreathe. I just wish I was already home. I don’t want to drive. I don’t want to think. I wanna be in my bed. I wanna lay on my couch. I wanna eat food from my fridge. I wanna shower in my shower. I wanna take food from my pantry. I wanna hug my parents goodnight. I miss everything from the convinces to the privileges. I appreciate everything God’s done for my family and I and I can honestly say that this Thanksgiving I will be more thankful than ever just because I am beginning to understand the goodness that is family.
p.s. I just wanted to say, thanks to anyone, and everyone who reads this blog. Comments are encouraging, follows are even more so, but I just wanted to say thanks. And if noone reads it.. Thanks for letting me write it at least @Wordpress.
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