I'm still getting settled in and these past few days have been exhausting.
The process of decorating, figuring out a routine, balancing classes with friends, and still finding "me time" is an ongoing one.
As I was organizing and rearranging my room though (can't wait to show you guys some pictures - our place is quite cute if I do say so myself!), I started thinking about what home is.
There's my home back in Texas with my soft bed and my family, beautiful memories, and all of my stuff. But then, there's this home. My home at school. The whole not-getting-to-call-my-freshman-dorm-home-anymore thing is just a huge downer, but then I realized...
...Home is my roommate's laugh.
...Home is ordering the same thing as Lauren unintentionally no matter where we go.
...Home is the back-and-forth sassiness of Karen and Kylie.
...Home is our core friend group, meeting up all over campus.
...Home is seeing someone from my freshman dorm.
...Home is my lovely bed with its jersey sheets.
...Home is our huge common/living room.
...Home is tight hugs.
...Home is everyone being in our common room, just chilling to music and talking.
...Home is Starbucks dates.
...Home is seeing all of the familiar sights on campus and recalling all of my memories associated with those places.
...What makes your home home?
