My decision not to go home this weekend in order to complete some assignments and stay on top of studying means that by the time spring break arrives, this will have been the longest I've been without going home. I used to wonder how people could go years (or even forever) without ever going back - even if only for a short visit - to where they came from and to their family. Now I see that when life gets busy we are often distracted from nostalgic thoughts as our focus shifts to doing the things we need to do to get by. This is not to say the desire goes away, but rather what we desire is forgotten. I hope that, while I may encounter times that leave me unable to go home, I never lose the desire. There's no feeling quite like driving down familiar streets and pulling into your driveway after a long absence.
Overall, I am happy and have good friends here, but I can't help but notice the distance that has developed between myself and the people I used to be with every day. This is, no doubt, a normal step in life, but it strangely seems harder to digest looking in retrospect than if my eyes were locked forward.
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I can see it. I mean you're clearly not as bitter as I am, but I can see the same sort feelings as I put down.
Well no, not bitter. I was talking about the other feelings.
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