Coming to college was an exciting experience for me because I came at a point in my life where I felt like I needed my own space. I love my family to death and was sad to leave them, but I was very happy to come to a place that was close enough for me to see them whenever I wanted to, but far enough to have some space for myself.
It’s been a couple days since I had my last final, and I am a day away from boarding a plane back home. I can’t help but feel distance between me and a lot of the people back home, whom I hold very close. I planned a two-hour quota per month of talking to one of my best friends from high school, and although we’ve followed it for the most part, there still seems to not be enough time to catch up on everything that’s going on in our lives. I, being a momma’s boy, made it my goal to call my mom every day, at least to say hi. This has reduced to a few times a week just these past couple of weeks.
Distance is a harsh reality, and even for people who might be in situations like mine, being completely okay with being away from family and home for a while, the feeling of growing distant from people is real. There is a constant balancing act of wanting to be up to date with the lives of loved ones back home, and making time for those who are slowly beginning to take a larger place in my heart at school. As much as I love the space, the stimulating conversations and the opportunities for growth college offers, I can’t wait to hold my little nephew again, and to see my close friends, and to spend quality time with the loved ones back home.