Blog #6
This past weekend was President's weekend which meant more opportunity for procrastination, sleep, and trying not to think about all things school. However, it also meant I would have to fill up more time with excess distractions because even though I am almost two months in, I still find myself missing home whenever my mind has time to wander.
My family has always been pretty tightly knit and many of my favorite weekly activities included hanging out with my mom whether it be talking during car rides, going to the mall, or getting boba we always seemed to have so much to talk about. I am the youngest of three daughters and in high school I was practically an only child because both of my sisters were in college/working, so when they would come home it would always be a party. Family dinners were filled with laughter, sisterly roasting sessions, and a hearty amount of dad jokes. All of these moments made me that much more attached to my home. So anyway, back to president's weekend. Since both of my sisters still live in California for work and school, they were able to go back home for the long weekend. As soon as I checked instagram on Friday the posts were there almost taunting me and reminding me that I really only get to visit home three times in a school year; winter, spring, and summer break. After living in Greece for three months I expected moving across the country to Boston wouldn't be that bad and that I would be used to it already. It is settling to know that I am only a five hour flight away as opposed to thirteen, yet the fear of missing out and the feeling of being too far is still ever present. This is not to say I don't enjoy my time here because Boston has turned out to be one of my favorite cities. The adventures I have been on with my friends during this short time make it feel more comfortable and that much more like home.
I find myself often wondering why this transition has been so difficult. It isn't that I don't like it here so then what is it? After talking to my friends about their college transitions I have gotten very mixed responses. Some say they have been waiting for what seems like forever to get out of California and start fresh in a new place, more than ready to bask in the independence. Others have told me they cannot imagine going any further than Los Angeles (from San Diego) for college and simply beginning college was a hard enough transition without having to move at all. I think about the reasonings behind these responses and my own thoughts, but I have yet to figure them out.
My family has always been pretty tightly knit and many of my favorite weekly activities included hanging out with my mom whether it be talking during car rides, going to the mall, or getting boba we always seemed to have so much to talk about. I am the youngest of three daughters and in high school I was practically an only child because both of my sisters were in college/working, so when they would come home it would always be a party. Family dinners were filled with laughter, sisterly roasting sessions, and a hearty amount of dad jokes. All of these moments made me that much more attached to my home. So anyway, back to president's weekend. Since both of my sisters still live in California for work and school, they were able to go back home for the long weekend. As soon as I checked instagram on Friday the posts were there almost taunting me and reminding me that I really only get to visit home three times in a school year; winter, spring, and summer break. After living in Greece for three months I expected moving across the country to Boston wouldn't be that bad and that I would be used to it already. It is settling to know that I am only a five hour flight away as opposed to thirteen, yet the fear of missing out and the feeling of being too far is still ever present. This is not to say I don't enjoy my time here because Boston has turned out to be one of my favorite cities. The adventures I have been on with my friends during this short time make it feel more comfortable and that much more like home.
I find myself often wondering why this transition has been so difficult. It isn't that I don't like it here so then what is it? After talking to my friends about their college transitions I have gotten very mixed responses. Some say they have been waiting for what seems like forever to get out of California and start fresh in a new place, more than ready to bask in the independence. Others have told me they cannot imagine going any further than Los Angeles (from San Diego) for college and simply beginning college was a hard enough transition without having to move at all. I think about the reasonings behind these responses and my own thoughts, but I have yet to figure them out.
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