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It's funny how going home can, ironically enough, make you miss it that much more. I have gone home quite a few times since coming to UCLA, but never for this long. These past 96 hours have been fantastic... I couldn't stop thinking myself, "Damn, I love home so much." From seeing friends and family to simply sleeping in my bed, everything was so perfect. I got back to UCLA about two and a half hours ago, and even though I am sitting here watching a movie with some friends, I still miss home. A lot. I miss my dog, I miss my parents, I miss my bed, I miss everything about... home. And it hasn't even been three hours. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I love UCLA, don't get me wrong. I know that I made the right decision in coming here. Walking around campus is a dream, the people are great, it's close enough to home for me to visit. I just really miss my home... my other home I suppose... a lot right now. I think going home, even for just four days, makes you appreciate the little things that you love about home. In fact, I think four days is just the amount of time that makes you realize these things, but short enough still that you don't miss college.
Hopefully I'll get reaquainted with this amazing campus in the next few days, and continue my journey here.