As I sit in my old bedroom that often seems foreign to me when I make the trek home, I start to think about spending a month here.The idea is actually pretty exciting at this point.

I am constantly loathing getting up just to go to class; a role sheet ritual in which I find myself teaching myself the subject in the end.

Class has turned into a method of writing down every third word the professor says so that I do not fall asleep and slip out of my chair to my eventual hospital visit; I wonder how much it will actually cost?

This month-long visit is never one that I am looking forward to in the beginning because I am so comfortable and feel like my apartment is my home.

The two locations are often intertwined when I use that word and I sometimes even confuse myself.

Regardless of my thought process when debating amongst certain terminology, my true home is where I can just go to get away from it all.

An apartment within view of our fair campus is not exactly the definition of serenity.

Home offers this opportunity to relax and forget about the astronomy of the matter and just look at the stars.

This is one of those times where we can wash dishes because we feel like we need to and not just because no one else wants to.

In those times of frustration you realize you have really worn out your welcome, but there is still this love that is not going anywhere.

The Christmas season allows us to remember so many identities that have molded us as people and that we have probably forgotten as college students.

We find ourselves in this arena with a guard constantly up because we have to put ourselves in a box where buzzwords could get you killed by another’s voice.

That might be who we were supposed to be, these rhetorical assassins, but maybe some of us have found ourselves living these lives that do not even closely relate to what we used to be and actually enjoy.

That is one of those cool things about the holiday break. On top of all this stress of classes going away for a few short moments to possibly be replaced by judgment on all sides of your being, you reflect on where you have come from and maybe get a better picture of where you are going.

This crazy concept of understanding the bigger picture from walking backwards does not seem like a very logical one, but maybe that is exactly what we are supposed to do.

Go back to that place that can help you remember what it means to be ridiculous for the right reasons and being your uncomfortable self isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Maybe home can bring you back to that place.

After going at the speed of a Lil’ Wayne rap for these past months, shutting down the engines might be exactly what is needed and maybe a familiar place is exactly the remedy for that.

I know it is for me.

On top of those things, you get a few good presents and maybe even some awesome socks from your grandmother.

That fireplace is looking pretty warm right about now; I wonder how much this stunt will cost me?

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