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Being home has been defined again for me.
It is where every dish and drink has a slight garnish of dog or cat hair.
It is where a radio is constantly playing. The music my family listens to is all in good taste, but occasionally one wishes to sit in their own pleasant silence, and process. This is why I often escape outside.
It is where yelling is appropriate to communicate from room to room. Oh, wait, that is also the dorms, although it is more obnoxious there because it echoes. Here, the sound falls flat until the respondee calls back.
It is where Sunday means a TV is never off for the sake of catching EVERY football game.
It is where my bedframe is constantly abusing my knees with its sharp wooden corners (I am bleeding right now, goddamn it to hell), and where I can merely flop onto it as opposed to having to jump a vertical 3 feet just to get onto the bed, banging my shins in the process.
However, home is not where all my extended family is. My immediate family is here, and I adore them, but they are used to their slower life of REAL life. I am used to fast-paced, high-energy dorm life. It is lonely at home without an outlet for my high-energy self.
That is all.
It is where every dish and drink has a slight garnish of dog or cat hair.
It is where a radio is constantly playing. The music my family listens to is all in good taste, but occasionally one wishes to sit in their own pleasant silence, and process. This is why I often escape outside.
It is where yelling is appropriate to communicate from room to room. Oh, wait, that is also the dorms, although it is more obnoxious there because it echoes. Here, the sound falls flat until the respondee calls back.
It is where Sunday means a TV is never off for the sake of catching EVERY football game.
It is where my bedframe is constantly abusing my knees with its sharp wooden corners (I am bleeding right now, goddamn it to hell), and where I can merely flop onto it as opposed to having to jump a vertical 3 feet just to get onto the bed, banging my shins in the process.
However, home is not where all my extended family is. My immediate family is here, and I adore them, but they are used to their slower life of REAL life. I am used to fast-paced, high-energy dorm life. It is lonely at home without an outlet for my high-energy self.
That is all.