Homesick

Coming to college I never thought I would be one to become homesick. I loved to get away when I was little. Whether it was spending the night at a friends, or begging my parents to stay out past curfew, I wanted to get out. I thought it was so unfair when I had to come home or spend the day in a family outing. Embarrassing I thought, to spend the day with my family. A movie? Really, with you guys? No way, someone might see me. I thought this was just a phase most young teenagers go through, but when I ask my friends today if they ever experienced that with their parents, they reply a simple "no." I guess I just had some problems? Who knows... I know one thing for sure though, as I grow older, more and more I want to be around my home. I think leaving for school this year was probably the hardest. Not only did I have to be back two weeks early for my sorority, I had just got a new puppy two weeks earlier. I'm a big dog fan. Huge actually. I have four dogs right now and every one of them is something really special to me. I have an older dog, it was my grandparents, and when they past away we took her. She's a great dog, sleeps a lot though. Then we bought a yorkie. She has the weirdest personality. She won't even eat normal dog food. She needs chicken in it. Psychological, I'd say... Then about a year and a half ago we bought Cody, a miniature Australian Shepherd. He is my absolute favorite, I spoil this dog more than anything. He was quite the terror when he was a puppy, but I sure do love him. Leaving him last year was pretty difficult. Then this summer we bought another aussie. His name is Ty. He is quite the crack up. Long legs, ears so big that when he runs they turn inside out. He is such a loving dog though. He just wants to be around people all the time.

So now that I've rambled on about my dogs I guess I will get back to my point. Oh yeah, home sick. This year has been the hardest so far. Freshman year, a breeze. Something new and exciting, I was fine leaving everyone. Last year, new dog, new place to live, I was going to miss everyone but I'd manage. This year... Now a junior, it is not so easy. Sometimes I wish I could be like those kids that come completely across the country leaving everything behind them and talking to their parents once a month. I can't go a few hours without having some form of communication with my family. So far this year, I have already gone home twice. On Thursday when I leave to go home I stare at the clock all day hoping it would skip a few hours. Oh, the drive will suck. A boring two hours on a straight shot to Phoenix. I don't even care though. All I think about is that turn down my street, the common houses I have seen most of my life, and the call to my parents to open the garage, I'm home.