Home Sweet Home

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When someone says that they’re “going on spring break”, that usually evokes a certain image. A beach house, beer bongs, bikinis and LOTS of exposed skin.

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I go to a school were many kids come from affluent families, and their spring breaks consist of plane rides, cruises, a need for a whole new wardrobe, and LOTS of sun-kissed pictures on Instagram. They want to get away, far away, from home and school and commitments and obligations.

 

But me? Well, last night I watched Everything Everything in my bedroom and cried for 20 minutes after it ended, and today for lunch I ate almost a whole bag of kettle chips.

Really, who has the better gig here?

Okay, but in all honesty, it’s so easy to judge people that relax differently than you do. From the comfort of my own bed, I can watch the Snapchat stories of my friends that went to Florida for spring break, or like an Instagram picture of my friend that went to Nicaragua, or keep up with my pals that decided on a whim to visit New York City.

Good for them. I’m happy for them!

This semester has been hard. I say that, but honestly? Every semester is hard. At Roanoke College, no one is skating by. Everyone is struggling with something: grades, balancing academics and extracurriculars, work, whatever it is.

I, for one, happen to be struggling with all three.

And in order for me to relax, blow off steam, and get ready to kick the rest of my semester’s ass, I have to unwind my way. There’s nothing wrong with relaxing on a beach with friends drinking beer and pretending that Roanoke College doesn’t exist for a week.

But me? I wanted to go home. I wanted to see my family. I wanted to fall back into that pattern, even if it’s just for a week. I didn’t want to get away.

I find that I am more prepared to take on the remainder of the semester if my time is spent doing my nails in my room while belting out the newest James Bay song. Or helping my mother make dinner. Or sitting in my bed, watching terrible cheesy girly movies and crying into my bowl of popcorn.

Everyone uses their time the way they believe it will best suit them, but when people ask me “Where did YOU go for spring break?” I’m going to answer them honestly and without any regret:

“Home.”

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